I was in the shadows hunkered in the goat suit Mom made me for Halloween. I felt like a spy or a Army scout. I didn’t move. Bo Peep came along the street, then went out of sight past the Woolworth parking lot. I waited quite a while, until I couldn’t hear her sheep-hook staff … Continue reading Seeing Her Safely Home
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A Sermon on a Sermon
Brother Thoms’ Father’s Day Sunday sermon, which was supposed to be on the subject, “Supporting Father and Husband in their Priesthood Responsibilities,” wandered onto his hobby horse—women and the apocalypse. It was pretty vibrant and apocalyptic, and as usual, he rode it hard. A great amount of detail was put into length of skirts, wearing … Continue reading A Sermon on a Sermon
HAVE, Poetry by Lee Robison, Available at Bookstores or On-line
Have, Poems by Lee Robison may now be ordered at your local bookstore, and is available from WordTech Communications at David Roberts Books. It may also be purchased on-line from Amazon and Barns and Noble in-store or on-line. It is also available from Mightyape, Australia and Mightyape New Zealand. Sample poem Why Poetry? When we … Continue reading HAVE, Poetry by Lee Robison, Available at Bookstores or On-line
The Limrick of Doreen and Darrel
Back in the day Doreen was quite busty and an on-her-back young lusty; but the bust drooped, and the back stooped, and now Doreen is an upright old fusty. Darrel was a boasty young lust sparking Doreen for her bust; but the lust went gloppy and Doreen went floppy. Now Darrel’s an crusty old fust.
When You Move to Montana, Don’t Tell a Soul
Those three weeks in August, Bill and Edna changed the sheets in the two extra bedrooms seven times. Seven times they stripped all the bedding off at least one of the three beds, hauled the sheets to the laundry room, washed and dried (but did not fold) them and hauled them back to the bedrooms. … Continue reading When You Move to Montana, Don’t Tell a Soul
Politics or The Doom of Last Lost County
“Eddy Tomplinson does have a certain flair,” Donnel Frisbuy said, “most of it odoriferous.” He looked into his mug of Montana Blue Ale and then took a chug of it. The topic of conversation was the upcoming election, and whom the Last Lost County Country might send to the State Legislature. Donnel was a burned-in-hell … Continue reading Politics or The Doom of Last Lost County
When the Ginger Beer is All Drunk Up.
Perry was showered and ready for a Montana Cowboy Saturday Night of wild women, sweet liquor and the usual paraphernalia of a Montana Cowboy Saturday night. Unfortunately, Perry’s idea of what a Cowboy Saturday Night should consist of and his execution of that idea never seemed to coincide. Much to Perry’s frustration, one beer was … Continue reading When the Ginger Beer is All Drunk Up.
Vernie Valenine Defines a Word for the Prof
“Omaha is a place I visited for a wedding once,” Vern said, “It was spring, and the air was sumptuous heavy with moisture and there were trees growing everywhere, and. . . .” “Wait. Wait,” Dean put up his hand, “Hold it right there. Vernie old boy. You said “sumptuous.” “Yes, I did,” the old … Continue reading Vernie Valenine Defines a Word for the Prof
The Invitation
May knew that it was unlikely that she was seeing Mickey. He’d been dead these twenty years. But she was pushing her walker over the threshold between the bedroom and the living room, feeling the deep ache in her hands and knees, and there Mickey was standing on the porch peering in through the shadows … Continue reading The Invitation
Not Dementia
A wintering of her mind churns the gone familiars of ninety-two years? Posted in response to the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt cyclone.
