Two birds with one stone As if it’s an accomplishment To snuff out avian lives With prejudice And it begs the question: How big are the birds? How large must the stone be? What is the purpose of this wanton violence? Is this hunting for…

Just how many holes does it take to fill the Albert Hall? Ernest O’Follipar, Chief Executive, Royal Albert Hall, objected in the strongest possible terms – Concert-goers will not attend out of fear of falling into a hole! A self-appointed hole-counter, O’Follipar tallied all the…

Dream Children (Title taken from Charles Lamb’s Essay) Black hair and brown eyes Obviously! Mischievous, like me But sensible, like him My love for books And his passion for life Dramatic, like me Gorgeous, like him And full of kind strength Like we both could…

I sneak past the forest ranger and run into the skyscraper trees. So tall, the clouds become jealous of their height. My heart is beating so hard, but I’m just getting started. Now, I climb. Up up up Past the birds Past the clouds and…

how we talk to the stars live in the memories of our cells what will they think of the eyes watching when they want to join us? r. l. elke

Mini-me trying hard. I need this love. Creator of this unique being of the world. I know you and you know me. Be you in all your glory.

Her Poker Face Dyer-Bolique drags the pickled remains to the alter, And carves the marinaded meat, Without hesitation, without consideration, Frozen in the realms of a psychopath. Observing, an internal alarm creeps over my mind, Tarnished by his researched request, So alike in thought and…

You ask What is War and Why do we have it? Some will say for Honor, Glory, Duty, Loyalty, Integrity. But I will say for boots, uniforms, glasses, helmets, food, tents, computers, software, jeeps, trucks, ships, planes, bullets, guns, bombs, and drones. War is Big…

I have two happy little boys Who keep me wild and free They lead me into forests For the toadstools to see. One is thin and grubby His hair black and slick The other is all smiles Though he looks like a stick. They love…

A weight in my arms, the first moment I held her I knew. She was so small, delicate, a fairy’s child with deep blue eyes that even from the first breath held a world’s knowing. Rare and precious thing, serene in a chaos of noise…