Sheepish (100-word story)

Sheila shucks corn in her shack, stewing over a schnauzer that chewed up her Scottish scarf. Feeling skittish, she chucks the last husk into the bucket and goes outside to tend to her Shetland pony. After brushing down her sheltie, she heads to Sean’s Shed, where she’s taken a shine for the shopkeeper. She wants to invite Sean to lunch. As she faces him, she’s overcome with shyness. Shrugging off the shudder in her shoulders, succeeding only in worsening the shaking of her voice, she bleats, “Would you like some sheep butt? Wait . . . what? I . . . sheesh . . . I mean shish kebab?”

Race Scarred

Age old beliefs of skin tone judging
Burrowed deep in values and teachings,
Inevitable repeating of past hurts and turmoil,
Leading tense situations to simmer, then boil.

Unity regarding skin deep beauty–
A fantasy outweighed by hate and cruelty.

Time to think differently,
And commit to true harmony,
Start with empathy,
Listen and learn continuously.

Look beyond the surface,
To realize healing and peace.

Pry, Mates

Cheers to the class of 2020 graduates,
From recipients of high school diplomas to doctorates,
Time to celebrate
The arrival of your commencement date.

Look forward to navigate
The paths you will create,
Finding ways to innovate,
As well as illuminate.

Pry, mates, and maintain your curiosity
To negate stagnation and ennui.
Be yourself instead of a wannabee.
Stamp your own legacy.

 Hone your flexibility
To always have the ability
To exercise humility
And apply learned lessons with agility.

[Dedicated to Trevlan – Man for Others]