A telephone pole riddled with holes Termites or rusted nails from long forgotten yard sale signs. An oval-shaped cutout in the grey wood grain: the veiled Mother looking down upon her dead son’s bloodied face.

So we wait he said, “She’s close to dying.” close to dying nearing death preparing to end. So we watch and patiently WAIT. Her mind preoccupied with moments from a life of great joy and acquired pain. A senior yearbook from the Class of ’62 pulled from a drawer and…

The kids cheered and stretched their arms as far as they could reach. “Ooh me! Pick me!” they shouted. The silly singer with the propeller hat searched the crowd. He found the tiniest girl. She yelled the loudest and reached the highest. The little girl marched up to the stage…

as published in 2010, Rune Literary Magazine, as Kelly Kaufmann Man is action. I’m the guy on the couch — the guy, the dude, who sleeps on the couch throughout Half Baked. A stranger, outsider — content, asleep, in a room full of strangers. Stirring occasionally to eat, piss, or…

Good luck to you today. The sky is clear and blue for the moment. A light of hope breaking through. Rise in new splendor my beautiful butterfly — dearest little girl, Learn to fly.

She could see potential — Vivid Flamboyant Electric potential. His eyes brimmed with confidence. His heart filled with bright hope. A handsome face with a charm all its Own. A good little boy — Intent on behaving badly.

Ode to Wendy’s Chili Warm, slightly spicy but not too hot Filling and satisfying right on the spot You give me an excuse to drive off from school A mid day recharge for much needed fuel. Oh Wendy’s chili I should probably feel silly Spilling my love for you here But I cannot resist when you’re near! Workers have told me to stay clear of you That you’re merely burnt ends of burgers in a tomato-y stew

Question: is there anything more intolerable than a high school thespian troupe? Answer: no. Little Sally Walker went To dream about the stage. She poured her heart out on the ground — a puddle to the page. And when the cameras began to click, Amidst flowers in the air, She gathered her ego And took a bow: The fairest of the fair.

A Sunday Agenda 10am softball 9yr old 11am hockey 6 yr old 2pm soccer 9yr old 4pm birthday party 9yr old & 6yr old — Fast forward — 504 Anxiety IEP ADHD. And we wonder why.