Etiqueta: little chews
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2 Artsy Poems by John Yamrus
you can’t stareat a painting ofa naked lady for too long, withoutpeople thinkingyou’ve been staring at it fortoo long. ~~ my friend Bill James played the blues…kinda. mostly,he drank beerand smoked weed, but,everynow and thenhe played the blues. itwas the 60sand the old blues guyswere having a revival of sorts,…
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“The Gauntlet” by Bill Tope
The whoop, whoop, whoop of the police siren died to a guttural moan as Anais pulled her Kia to the curb just inside the small Ohio town of Springfield, within striking distance of Dayton. She peeped into the rearview mirror and spied a policeman alighting from the cruiser and striding…
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3 Prose Pieces by Ken Tomaro
Sometimes a thought here and there (and other nonsense to get you through the day) Sometimes I feel like I’m outside my body, watching myself pushing the shopping cart into the corral at the grocery store. Or pumping gas. Or simply walking down the street. I don’t know if I…
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3 Poems by Mary Bone
My Room in the Womb My room in the womb,Is decorated howI like it.It is warm and safe.I can move about freely.Most of all, it is full of love,given by God above. ~~ A New Day Awaits I got up at the crack of dawn,Stretching with a yawn.A rooster crowed…
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“Reap the Harvest” by Bill Tope
Emptiness. Unfilled shelves and barrencupboards stared back at me. The win-dows had been smashed in when theycouldn’t get through the door. Shards ofglass littered the muddy carpet. Not atrace of food was left, and every preciousbottle of water taken. The tap hadn’t work-ed for months, so we were left with…
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4 Poems by Carl Bernard Schwartz
WHAT A COMPARISON Justwhen itseemedthat DIY wasbecoming theNew Normal, TTM(Tend to Me) remindedus that the very young,the very old, plusinfirm of any ageneed some extrahelp just tofunctionat all. ~~ AMP UP THE GAME When our son was very young,we decided to treat him to a funexperience offered by a localpizza…
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“BLINDED BY LIGHT” by Carl Bernard Schwartz
I. OVERVIEW I am beginning to document certain phases of mylife, looking back on 77 years of having the feelingthat something was wrong or out of place, but I wasnot connected with the fortunate circumstances thatwould have enabled me to obtain an expert diagnosis.Thus far, my retrospect leads me to…
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“Candy Bill’s” by Bill Tope
Meryl stood with her two sisters, peeping through the display window of the candy shop, and silently observing the striking array of sweets that were perched upon beautiful crystal dishes and vivid red skirting. Meryl licked her pink lips. At her side stood Wendy, who, at seven, was three years…
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“One Last Stop” by Alice Baburek
The wintry mix turned into a hazardous snowstorm. The enormous wipers could not keep the continuous snow from forming ice pellets on the windshield. Even with the weight of the transit vehicle, the long city bus slid along the unplowed streets. Justin Porter struggled with the huge steering wheel. He…
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“Your Lease Will Soon Expire” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
There is nothing more certain in nature than that it is impossible for anybody to be utterly annihilated.– Sir Francis Bacon, Sylva Sylvarum As the ravages of cancer continued to destroy Roddy’s body, doctors prescribed morphine to alleviate his pain and make him oblivious to his decline. The increasing doses of morphine…
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“Breaking Point” by Bill Tope
Abby stood at the ironing board, where she spent much of what might otherwise have been her free time. She was starving. Her husband had put her on a strict diet years before, fearful that either of them might gain a pound. No cakes, pies, strudels, cobblers, and on and…
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“On the need for repentance” by Ignatius Fernandez
“Death lays his icy hand on kings.” – James Shirley Do dictators repent before they die? The short answer is that we do not know, because we cannot estimate God’s boundless and unconditional mercy. He loves even the dictators. He unlocks the floodgates of grace to save those souls for…
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“Footprints in the Sand” by Bill Tope
Her name was Gilreathand she was fifteenyears old. She was not readyto start a family, tocarry the issue of herabusive stepfatherto term. She wanted nurturingparents and friendsand love. Two wrongs don’tmake a right,she was told.Then why are youabusing me twice?she asked. There were wetprints in thesand to showwhere the girlstoodbefore…
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