Category: Old Sam
Who’s on first?
The wannabe poets gathered around their professor, the beloved group she called poets as if a secret handshake.They sat at their usual after class front window table, it was comforting.This Friday evening however, it’d be packed, a sold out welcome spring poetry extravaganza.She was the featured reader of course, and as the bar filled there…
It’s a Frog’s Life
The rooster says it’s 7 a.m. and I don’t care; I’m just a happy frog looking at frog photos in my frog photo book, I don’t care; the alarm was set for 4:48 a.m. says the rooster, as if I cared; look at that frog on a VW camper van, I’m going to get one…
My wife . . . Hazel . . . See? She doesn’t stir from her bed. See . . . the full green moon? She sees the shine in his eye, what now? I think of Old Sam peering up at the full green moon. Standing in his bed clothes facing the clear sky over…