Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
They always warned you,
the day will come,
that the way you govern
by giving others crumbs
would someday bite you in the ass.
You dismissed that with a laugh.
But now that day has come to pass
that the government you wanted and thought was right
isn’t up to this situation, is too fragile, too light.
So I wonder what lessons you might’ve learned
as people sicken, fall ill, and die,
and the economy burns.
gliding in with promises made for others
April taunts me on the outside of the window
safe from the thing that I and the ones like me
might do to her
It’s funny, but sometimes when I post or share something humorous or sad on Facebook, the same two people react to it. They always react the same way. It’s memorable to me because they were married for a decade and then had an acrimonious divorce. I was so sad to see them part. They’d been one of my favorite couples.
Now they won’t speak to one another, and I can’t enjoy the company of the two of them together. Except there they are, on Facebook, together again, laughing, shocked, angry, and crying through emoticons.
We stayed away from a new puzzle for a longer period than I expected. But we finally began number puzzle number eight. Nothing to do with the coronavirus and being sequestered. We began this series at the beginning of the year. They’re just fun.
Inspired by my ginger warrior napping on our bed. This isn’t a photo of him; I tried to get one, but he immediately bounded up, yawning and stretching, inquiring of me, “What’re you doin? What’s goin’ on? Wanna pet me? Huh? Huh?”
no going out
no coming in
stripped down to himself
he became essential
for he was all he had
Michael Seidel, writer 