Tag Archives: rhymed

behind the barn

nicotine stains on the rain-grayed barn-boards condom hidden behind a loose plank pranks of growing, we often chuckled kids will be kids: and we gave them a spank then they grew up and they watched their children organized everything sponsored … Continue reading

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clearing out the essentials

My wife began the day with an ominous word: “Okay—” More than the word it’s the pause; I hear thunder in the furniture and lightning in the shelves and if the elves can’t handle this, we’ll do it by ourselves— … Continue reading

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impossible*

We all know that you can’t rhyme “silver” but think for a moment of cousin Wilbur who said the same is true for “orange” before he left us all to forage for the laces green and purple of his Myrtle’s … Continue reading

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