As golden rays of early morning sunshine bathe my face with their radiant glow, an old familiar drum begins to beat its tattoo in my brain. My thoughts march in time. “Ho-lee Shit. Whaaat. did I do… last night?”

Pennies in the jar,
A few at a time.
A clink on the glass,
Tinny rattle against each other.
A song of hope for tomorrow’s promise.

Jayne Kenney 3160 N. Lincoln Ave # 405
Chicago, IL 60657
Jayne.Kenney@gmail.com

President Barack Obama

The White House

I see each day
All the pieces of you
That you give away.

Do you not see
How I rant and rave
For the pieces of you,
The pieces I crave?

There’s a saying in Oklahoma. “Football is fun, but it’s not funny.” For those of us women fortunate enough to be born after our mothers’ indoctrinated Title IX onto our nation’s consciousness, I can safely say the same goes for softball. Small towns so remote they lack even a Wal-mart will raise…