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 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
Cat on my pillow, your deep purr is a mantra that chants me to sleep.
In my mad old age the monster under the bed turns out to be me.
“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.”
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 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
My mind’s in a knot. Two cats flow around my feet. The knot is untied.
The Paranoise The Paranoise will never take a walk Without his stick that folds into a chair So he can sit and listen to the talk Of passersby who are not even there. The Paranoise will never start a fight Without a tongue that changes to a gun To shoot the argument he fears is
Dancers and Chaperones The bright, swirling gowns of the beeches make the clothes of the firs look drab