“I admit it was windy and I bet it looked warm in there, but hungry looks like those are why I wear scarves in an attempt to hide my bosom. Also, boys, I am no cougar.”
Author: sherlonya
In an open letter to the four legs I saw this morning,
“Young ladies, if you are going to wear panty-length shorts before us Michiganders are accustomed to seasonal nudity, I suggest you stick to sidewalks instead of walking precariously on the edge of the road. Be safe!”
In an open letter to parenthood,
“I would very much like to blame you for the string cheese wrapper I found in my pocket, but you and I both know that would be a lie….”
In an open letter to her son,
“Sweetie, I figured out what you remind me of when you’re dancing. A chicken. You tuck your hands in, and then begin to flap. Then you start this pecking motion with your head. Now what you’re doing with the rest of your body, I don’t have that part figured out yet….”
In an open letter to the Internet gods,
“Thank you for not letting me break my websites. I am very grateful. So grateful, in fact, that I am going to stop while I’m ahead.”
In an open letter to her son,
“I swear you’re going to thank me one day for this. I make sure that you do things around the house because I don’t want to be responsible for turning a young man who is unable to take care of his basic needs loose in the world. When I give you things to do, they […]
Old Hickory
Face-to-face with a twenty dollar bill,
You imagine those bony fingers first separating
your hair, gently, then less so, grasping,
leveraging your head groundward. You can
smell him, all sweat and adventure, acrid.
You inhale deeply. You feel the stones
beneath you, your face in the grass, the dirt.
He bites. You surrender beneath the
crush of teeth on your shoulder. He stops, coughs
You look toward him just in time to see him spit
out mouthful of blood. Yours or his,
you don’t know. Then you feel those hands
Working at the bottom of your dress roughly
rolling it upwards to get at you. You smell him
more. You smell determination. Conquest.
You feel those bony hands, taking.
The Old Man Eloquent
John Quincy Adams is the son in the first US father-son presidential pair. (George H. W. Bush and George W. Bush are the other. Relatedly, William Henry Harrison was grandfather to Benjamin Harrison.) The younger Adams watched as his father performed founding-father duties. Actually, John Quincy Adams did more than watch. As a teenager he
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In an open letter to an a warm spring day,
“Thank you for visiting us. It is always nice to feel warm sun on your skin. It is also a relief to see a sea of wintertime bodies in springtime clothes. It brightens things!”
In an open letter to her dream mind,
“I don’t even know what to say about you. I don’t like dreams where I am pregnant, especially when it is very obvious, yet I am trying to hide it from people. I especially don’t like such dreams when they cut to a scene where I have an assignment to juice 300 lemons using a […]