Roses are red. Violets are blue. Two inane observations suck as poetry.
I've been thinking about sperm today. Not ordinary sperm, but super sperm--the kind real men used to grow. When I was in high school, one of my classmates got pregnant. Back then, getting pregnant outside of the holy bonds of wedlock sucked. It usually implied sexual intercourse. But not always. The girl who got pregnant—I’ll … Continue reading Super Sperm
It wasn't my fault. Not really. It was Sissy's fault. Even if the 6-year-old wasn't the one who did it, she's to blame. But Ali’s not off the hook; the 8-year-old played a part in it, too. As did dear little James Mervin. Honestly, if I had to apportion blame, he'd get 55-percent. If he … Continue reading SOMEONE SPRUNG A LEAK?
MANIC MONDAYS is a weekly feature concentrating on writing that is odd and quirky to assist in breaking up the dreaded return to the work week. This series is an open submission series, so if you have something off-beat to contribute send it our way! One of my Face Book friends--who's also a Real … Continue reading Manic Monday: Domesticating the Tapeworm