When I was younger, Arbor Day sort of used to be a thing. At some point during the school day, we’d receive little conifer saplings in long, perforated plastic bags which we were then urged to go plant somewhere. I … Continue reading
Several years ago, when 30 seemed like an age that I’d never be, I made a vow to myself: “If you’re still single when you turn 30, self, you need to get a cat.” I love cats, and my family … Continue reading
In lieu of a thoughtful, well-written post, I bring you a poem from, again, my public library’s announcements. The rhyme scheme is, well, forced at best, but you can’t deny the subject cries out for it. (And seriously, who uses … Continue reading
And now we turn to Craigslist, the source of all great literature (and where grammar and spelling go to die after they’ve given up all hope on life in social media). I call it “Broken on the Inside.” Let the … Continue reading
I’m not sure if this entirely qualifies as poetry, but in a public library’s blurb, included was this list of journals in which a certain poet has had works appear. I think I found the missing verse of “We Didn’t … Continue reading
And now, a haiku from the same monkey article, with only two words deleted for syllabic reasons. Reports of monkeys riding on backs of wild pigs have not been confirmed.