by Ayesha Karim |
Categories:
color, conflict, culture, heartbroken, mythology, sin,
Love Potion
Add chinchilla fur at the end
Two cups of cold water
Ice
A pound of sugar
A clove of garlic
Four cinnamon sticks
A package of Big Red gum
A teaspoon of curry powder
A bunch of fresh parsley
Five lb bag of white rice to throw all over room and bed
Add some cotton candy
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade,
"A chinchilla and a chimpanzee walked into a bar," my
grandson says, smugly, with that smile.
Where? I ask. The U.S.? England? The Neverlands?
He gives me a slow head shake ‘no’.
Kenya? The Isle of Man? Timbuktu?
South America? Guatemala? Italy?
I am being ridiculous, but as Grandma, it is my job.
I can tell that he is losing interest fast, so I stop my queries.
“It could not be anywhere, Grandma,” he tells me. “Chinchillas do not walk,
they scurry.”
I love having an eleven-year-old grandson.
by Xavier Keough |
Categories:
angst, animals, funny,
Goddamn Cat
Fuzzy and fat
You stalk the night
And my feet
Now fleshy shredded wheat
Was it love you were after
Goddamn Cat
Orange and black
You crap in a box
Litter on my socks
Do I hear kitty laughter
Goddamn Cat
My wife’s cuddly gem
You piss the bed
Sleep on my head
Why am I on the sofa
Goddamn Cat
Evil’s feline friend
You bite my hand
Howl to no end
I know you have no father
Goddamn Cat
You chinchilla rat
You plot my death
Steal my breath
May I adjust your collar
Goddamn Cat
In my favorite hat
Shedding on my clothes
Only heaven really knows
Who said happily ever after
Goddamn Cat!