My Poor Nerves!

Image Credit: David K., Prenton, United Kingdom The author's comments: I think that Pride and Prejudice would have had a much more satisfactory ending had it finished on this happy note. Every single day, Mr. Bennet- bless his heart- would have to listen to the annoying, obnoxious, grating voice of Mrs. Bennet. And, every single day, he would have to endure it. For over twenty years, she nagged and nagged and nagged. She complained and complained and complained. All she ever did was whine about her "poor nerves." Slowly Mr. Bennet was losing his patience. One day, he pulled out his AK-47 and shot her five times in the head. And that, as they say, was the end of that.



SUSAN GALE WICKES: The Meaning of Life

We form a club, pondering the mysteries of life. Every Tuesday night at 7 PM. We read books, attend conferences, question friends. The bottom line is, we simply cannot concur on what we’re doing here. We are, however, in agreement on one thing. There must be pizza at every meeting. Susan Gale Wickes is a … Continue reading SUSAN GALE WICKES: The Meaning of Life →

MARIA CARGILLE: Miss Maple

Maple is flirting with me. I glimpse her at windows as she ducks out of sight, catching only a swirl of scarlet skirts. She leaves little crimson-wrapped gifts outside my door. I love her. I wish I knew that she loved me… but Miss Sugar Maple never says a word. Maria speaks for the trees … Continue reading MARIA CARGILLE: Miss Maple →

LUKE SWANSON: The Football

Calamity. The world will never be the same. I wipe sweat from my forehead. I have to tell everyone, but how will they take it? Too late. The black eye of a camera glares at me, ready to listen. I clear my throat and square my shoulders. “My fellow Americans…” Luke Swanson is a fledgling … Continue reading LUKE SWANSON: The Football →

PETER LI-PING: Art Never Sleeps

Starlight city nestling inland Where Magic is humming And Mystery glows Interwoven between threaded crossed lines At each end is a watcher A tall figurine Stop centrally now, take care with your step Yes, just there, on that same pinprick where Stand the Artists who painted The wild silken road. Peter Li-ping lives far from … Continue reading PETER LI-PING: Art Never Sleeps →

ROBERTA BEACH JACOBSON: Iowa Poets

Under the stars, Iowa poets dance from stanza to stanza, barnyard to barnyard all across the state Have you not noticed them? Let’s celebrate with the poets of Iowa and sip herbal tea together in cornfields as we share our secrets in verse by the light of the harvest moon Roberta Beach Jacobson admits to … Continue reading ROBERTA BEACH JACOBSON: Iowa Poets →