haiku

by timothy t jones

the sad blade of grass waits oh so patiently for the bug to pass

moonbeams

by dog e relaford

herbert had a holler jonah had a whale they met behind the barn to hatch a plot that could not fail the sheriff got wind of it and got on the case he put on his stetson hat and his game face sheriff jack brown you may have heard of him his best gal had left him and his future looked dim he was born under a bad sign and cursed from birth here was his chance to prove his true worth the mayor rolled over with his pllow under his head they surrounded the farmhouse but the rascals had fled the picture gets fuzzy as the world spins around the sun came up and found the sheriff on the ground herbert had a dinosaur jonah had a plan they escaped to devils island after sticking it to the man the seagulls are flying to meet the new day mothers love moonbeams and crime does not pay

george and henry

by dog e relaford

george had a nickel henry had a dime they got together and had a good time lulu was a waitress they gave her a tip she told them to wait outside  and gave them the slip george laughed it off but henry took it hard now he sleeps beneath the moon like a dog in a yard lulu bought a castle high on a hill down in argentina or maybe it was brazil

goodbye henry

by timothy t jones

they came to say goodbye to henry. it was the thing to do. it was a nice day. with a few clouds in the sky. everything went smoothly. nobody had much to say. mostly they just nodded. eventually it was over. until the next time. whatever that means. if anything. goodbye, henry.

nothing bad will ever happen to me

by bofa xesjum

nothing bad will ever happen to me because i am a good person and i just want to live my life down by the old mill stream columbus discovered america and rode the rails with buffalo bill but i just want to be me as the rain falls on the leaves people are basically good inside in my opinion and just want to live their lives and not cause any trouble where the buffao roam and grandpa smokes his pipe out on the porch in the rain because he just wants to live his life a dog runs down the street but nobody follows him the river runs to the sea when johnny comes marching home nothing bad will ever happen to me in the misty moonlight i just want to be myself when the night says goodbye to irene sherman marched through georgia but i only march to the refrigerator to get some ice for my drink down by the old mill stream the wolf howls at the moon because he just wants to live his life old number 9 comes around the bend sweet dreams

my window

by nick nelson

i looked out my window and saw a man walk up the street he was bent like a banana and his eyes were on his feet his coat was sunset red and his hat was lettuce green and he was the saddest human that i had ever seen i should have left the window but could not avert my gaze or atone for my crimes or amend my evil ways the sad man passed beneath me with a little dog at his heels the dog was feeling guilty because it invented the wheel i was born in a castle high on a windy hill the peasants all hated me and they may hate me still i came to the city with a briefcase full of gold and ii spent it all on donuts and on coffee that got cold i waited at the window until i saw my self pass by there is no more coffee in my cup and no clouds in the sky

i met a man

by horace p sternwall

long ago and far away i met a man the other day he was.walking down the street muttering things i can’t repeat i asked him what upset him so and then his tears began to flow he called on heaven for validation of his cursing of creation as he expounded on his theme i recalled a curious dream that i had many years ago as i lay buried in the snow an angel with a flaming sword a purple demon looking bored the kings of portugal and spain and i were waiting for a train we saw a light in the sky and paused to wonder why out of all the possibilities of time and space we should be in that particular place it was curious indeed but there was no need to reply as i awoke - as the angel told an interminable joke i closed my eyes as the muttering man finished his story and began to tell it over from the start as he had forgotten the best part