Little Jimmy Clearence All he wants is parents I am so alone “Can I have an Ice Cream Cone?” “No little Jimmy, you can’t” says Gertruda, his aunt I am so alone Will he ever find his home? “I want my mom!” “I am your mom.” “No you’re not!” His father steps in “Jimmy, respect … Continue reading Jimmy Clearence
Tag: Poetry
Daily Grind
The boss called last night, said we’d be short-staffed again, would I please come in? As if I have a choice. So I’m up early again like every other morning: I’m called in every day I have off. They want to wear me out, they want me to quit. Not gonna happen. I’ve been there … Continue reading Daily Grind
My Birthday Party
The loud pop of a balloon pulls my attention from the open prairie landscape I'm sketching and brings me back to the incessant chatter carrying on around me. My brothers are laughing obnoxiously— almost completely wasted—about some chic they were creeping on all day, with Dad listening eagerly on the side, throwing in a few … Continue reading My Birthday Party
Midnight Kiss
Nothing seems so foreign to me as the room of my four-year-old girl. My eyes glance around the dark room and take in my daughter’s own precious world. Her own pink precious world. Pink Curtains, pink pillows, pink lampshade, pink walls. So pink. Like Barbie puked everywhere. Dolls are sitting in a circle, grouped around … Continue reading Midnight Kiss
The Louse
I gaze silently about the room, my mind vacant of any intelligent thought. This lecture is a dry thing. My eyes wander, searching for a bit of life amidst the lifeless room. They stop on the girl before me. I see something small—tiny—perked in her hair: A louse. I lean in closer. Having seen one, … Continue reading The Louse
Memory Spark 