Late Riser
After the rainstorm the Sun kicks off his covers of clouds and gets up.
Independence Day
Independence Day (to the tune of “My Country ‘Tis of Thee”) Our country’s misaligned, Confused, and going blind With rage and fear. This Independence Day No one can safely say If freedom will continue here, Or fade away. Joe and his Donkey team Kicked out Trump’s fascist dream, But racists thrive. McConnell’s rabid rants Give
Independence Day
Independence Day (to the tune of “My Country ‘Tis of Thee”) Our country’s misaligned, Confused, and going blind With rage and fear. This Independence Day No one can safely say If freedom will continue here, Or fade away. Joe and his Donkey team Hauled off Trump’s fascist dream, But racists thrive. McConnell’s rabid rants Give
The Noonday Demon, Part Two
The Noonday Demon Part Two Because of all the commotion caused by the dean’s sudden demise, it was quite awhile before Aidra met Caitlin Douglas. Mrs. Winters, the Dean’s secretary, called the police as well as an ambulance, and one of the two cops started to question her about Mr. Benedict’s death. Aidra burst into
Nocturne
Cat on my pillow, your deep purr is a mantra that chants me to sleep.
Bogeyman
In my mad old age the monster under the bed turns out to be me.
From the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius
“If it is not right, don’t do it; if it is not true don’t say it.” “The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.” “How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.”
The Noonday Demon, Part One
Dean Benedict scanned the new girl’s transcript again, trying to pin down what bothered him about it – and her. She had completed two years at Essex Academy, where she had scored top marks in all her courses. But she’d been put on academic probation twice for cutting classes. Given her grades, that might have
A Few Buttons Missing
A Few Buttons Missing Yesterday I lost my car. I had driven into Peterborough to buy groceries at Shaw’s Supermarket, and afterward, I went to the Toadstool Bookstore to see if they had a novel by Ursula K. LeGuin called Always Coming Home. No luck, but I noticed a new version of The Iliad, written
Relief
My mind’s in a knot. Two cats flow around my feet. The knot is untied.