Death Resists Metaphor

and proverb too, its walls unblemished by strikes that snuff the brightest stars. Pick one, toss it to the grieving. Study their faces for gratitude. Now picture this: You cradle your breathless child, kiss his face, surrender her to men in masks and gowns. Imagine…

Be Always Drunken

There once was a coon who went berry-ing It ate the whole bush-full fermenting it wandered too far and was hit by a car After the feast comes the reckoning