Entries from June 2014 ↓

She’d asked her husband several times If he would mow their weedy lawn, He always claimed that he was tired, Then he would stretch and sigh and yawn. She thought it would embarrass him, To see her on her hands and knees Cutting, with a pair of scissors, The weedy grass beneath the trees. He […]

He came running from the kitchen His index finger for a gun. “Bang! Bang! Bang! You’re dead, Uncle Ron!” He shouted back, still on the run. “Never point a gun at people, Just shoot monsters,” Uncle Ron said. “Okay, play like you’re a monster. Bang! Bang! Now play like you are dead.”