Sheltering in place,
Each one is like an island;
So isolated.
Fleeting
Misery or joy,
Nothing remains forever,
In temporal sense.
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?”
The Stars and Stripes
Tall, proud, and breezy,
Waving independently,
The red, white, and blue.
Happy 4th of July!
Altercation
Dispute of all time,
Knock-down, eye-poked, hair-torn fight;
Then, the two brats laughed.
Dear Dad
Recline in your favorite chair,
Grab a cold refreshment,
Remove the ‘honey-do’ list from your view,
Take the remote control,
Remember we love you always,
Every day and not just today,
Recognizing it’s Father’s Day!
Narcosist (a 50-word story)
He crawls out of bed, sneaks a peak at the clock radio sitting on the nightstand by his side. Running his fingers through his stringy roots, he recalls the choice he made the night before. Instead of a lovefest with his woman, he opted to binge watch his addiction, Narcos.
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.
A ‘Nuff Said Series: The First Surge
Part 1: Pandemic
“Unh . . . ”
Part 2: Pandemonium
“Mwahaha . . .”
Part 3: Panacea
“Ah . . .”
Images: Pixabay
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]
