Go little poem. Go sneak into each ear and vellicate the lobe with vowels that chime or blow upon the drum to make them hear, not see (tug eyelids shut) the rising climb of consonants, the...

My mother taught me how to clip my nails. Just one more parent's duty I suppose. Self-care creates self-worth with such details, and how you treat yourself shows in your toes. She had a...

Step up and check 'em out. Oh don't be shy. You like disaster? horror? Got this from a plane seat neighbor. Stock tips from a guy at work. Dumb humor? Travel tales of Spain? From waiting...

For you, a special offer! Rare! Unreal! Exclusive! All your day-dreams you could see fulfilled. You'll never get a better deal. A “once a life-time” opportunity. Invest in character, in...

Before my birth words showered down on me. Before I spoke I understood. I tried. I called. I named. I chatted thoughtlessly engulfed in rapid discourse, surging pride. Before I read I...

I went into the staff room on my break. I opened up the 'fridge and got inside. The door slammed shut. That made the bottles shake. Good sign at least, the light stayed on. I tried but...

You tutored me. Can still recite by rote the who and whom begats. On details drilled I mastered cues to quote the anecdote and when to laugh or sigh 'mid tales distilled of rogues revealed,...

Macabre Meditations on my Mother
By Reid Baer

I fear I was abandoned as
a baby by my mother on
the steps of a nearby mental
institution to be reared by...

Straight Talk for High-Risk Children
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High Risk Children
By Reid Baer

My unipolar mother whistled past the graveyard
or more correctly groaned enviously...

Dirty Balls
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

I’ve really got to wash my balls!
They’ve been swinging left and right
through the muck of political...