Oh Johnny

Characters:MRS. SUMMER: A concerned, hyper-vigilant lunch monitor.JOHNNY: A dramatic 10-year-old gamer.RON: Johnny’s naive friend.COP: A serious, straight-laced police officer.DAD (GEORGE): Johnny’s father, a very competitive gamer.MOM: Johnny’s mother, caught in the middle. SCENE 1: SCHOOL CAFETERIA – DAY(JOHNNY and RON are sitting at a lunch table. MRS. SUMMER stands nearby, holding a clipboard, listening intently.)Continue reading “Oh Johnny”

Miss…..You Know Who You Are

I find it funny my name is always on your mind.Recently, everytime you post online. In the beginning I was just trying to be nice.Now, I see the devil has your brain in a vise. It doesn’t matter what you say, you obviously lack all the chips to play. How could I fightwith someone whoContinue reading “Miss…..You Know Who You Are”

Mouthwash – The Unexpected Killer

I often utilize grocery delivery. I enjoy saving myself 3 hours worth of work and sanity, to allow them to arrive conveniently at my door, with minimal effort from me. It is a very nice service that I am grateful for. On occasion I order the wrong thing or receive an incorrect item. Just aContinue reading “Mouthwash – The Unexpected Killer”

Single Beat of a Drum

My poems tend to have a single tone. Like water meeting a stone. Or the ring of a phone. Maybe at some point a new rhythm will begin.Until then I’ll just follow my pen and ride it till the end. Because truthfully, I don’t know what to do to find a new tune.Maybe all thisContinue reading “Single Beat of a Drum”

Laughter

What makes you laugh? What makes me laugh? Oh, many things make me laugh. My children, God’s humor, my husband’s silliness. One particular event made me laugh so hard my belly hurt. I have a manual salt grinder. The Celtic salt kinda clumps together and can be hard on salt grinders. For over a weekContinue reading “Laughter”

The Mighty Toe

Silence echoes through the walls.No pitter patter through the halls. A blanket of darkness hinders my eyes.But this is a path I’ve walked a thousand times. One step, two step, three step, four. One step more and I’ll be at the door. Instead of open space like I know, my mighty toe finds a Lego.Continue reading “The Mighty Toe”