Month: September 2017

Past Imperfect – #268

Photographer: “Inez, honey, could you put that down? Inez: “What? The book?” Photographer: “No, your…. why in the world are you even doing that?” Inez: “What? Reading?” Photographer, sighing: “Your leg, Inez.  Are you sending a signal to the Coast Guard?” Inez: “No, dear. The AC is out […]

Past Imperfect – #270

Michael: “My darling, isn’t it lovely, being out in here in the woods?” Liza: “Well, I suppose you could say that. But there is one thing that’s troubling me…” Michael, sighing: “I knew this day would come. But I can assure you that despite what you’ve heard at […]

Past Imperfect – #265

Kim: “I seem to have snagged my dress on something and I’m unable to release my pent-up desires.” William: “Who cares about your dress? I’ve got my shirt caught on this dead Cooter Tree and it’s making me pose in an unrealistic manner.” Kim: “Well, at least your […]

Past Imperfect – #493

William: “Darling, could you explain to me why you’re doing what you’re doing?” Jean: “We’ve already discussed this, poodle. I’m practicing to be a brain surgeon.” William: “Why do I get the feeling that this lovely procedure is not something you’ve ever read in a textbook?” Jean: “Textbook? […]

Ovation

Years ago, a friend that I only knew on Facebook, but a great friend nonetheless, went through the shock of her brother passing, unexpectedly. In sympathy, I wrote a poem imagining their relationship, a desperate attempt to console. We grew even closer after that. Some time later, she […]