HERE’S a portrait of my dotty auntie, who I – and several bystanders – had the recent pleasure of watching eat, with a teaspoon, an oversized dry blueberry muffin. She then wolfed down the butter, like ice cream. I very nearly choked on my own muffin – which I ate with my HANDS, thank you very much, like a civilized person.
HERE’S a shot of the charming ladies of the Nibs Writer’s Group. Brave souls, every last one of them, putting up with my nonsense for over 3 hours. The tarts were delicious.
FEEDING children to tigers isn’t to be encouraged, I suppose; but it makes for splendid fiction. Read “Twylla and the Tiger” HERE (p. 26), and when you’re finished, vote for it HERE (registration is free), if you’d be so kind. I won’t share any of the prize money, mind you, if I win. But I’ll think of you, as I cash the check.
WATCH for poems and drawings in upcoming issues of Quarterly West, Feathertale Review, Antigonish Review, Wascana Review, Transition, Highlights for Children, Ladybug, Columbia Kids, and one or two dozen others.
COMING soon – a dead celebrity, brought back to life to recite one of my poems (then promptly die again). But until then …