Sally and Sammy Walk Off by Don Matthews

Ms Van Loenan I really do thank you For calling the police to assist In rounding up Sally and Sammy Who all of us here we have missed baa….baa….baa….baa…. Naughty ones Sally and Sammy Were gaily just wandering the streets Mowing each lawn as they passed by Chomping each flower they did meet baa…chomp….baa….chomp…. Police…

Special Delivery by Joni Caggiano

The giblets of a turkey never got me worked up. Thoughts of stuffing, long-necked turkey soup, or even giblet gravy didn’t dance in my head.  Instead, my mouth would water when Mama breaded and fried up those turkey gizzards, yummy! Our menu included lots of small lobster tails with the usual seafood trimmings.  Sides included…

Booze and Bobcats by Joni Caggiano

Anguish threw her vile smell around the house like a cat who sprays the coffee pot.  Strings of tension gave rise to erect hair follicles like they always did when something horrible was about to happen.  Mom and my little sister Rosa were nowhere to be found. Dad’s car was parked in the back of…

Secret Behind My Dad’s Death by Joni Caggiano

Strange questions were bouncing off the wall when I said goodbye to Dad.  As I lay, the phone down, my intuition was flexing its head like a water moccasin.  I sensed a myriad of harsh realities lurking like monsters in dense fog.  It was a simple lung biopsy, and they had stabilized his blood pressure,…

Thursday’s Special by Joni Caggiano

It was as if the argument earlier today had grown legs and followed me to my rusty red probe. The callous words leaping and reverberating around the entrails of the safe confines of my sanctuary were horrifying.  One and a half hours to travel home, craving that egocentric time.  I turned the radio up even…

Cold Red Washcloth by Joni Caggiano

The fog was so feathery that its appearance was like a thin sheet floating just above the tops of the Longleaf Pines. Catching the sun coming up tomorrow was what I wanted, and I was considering staying up all night. Closing my eyes again, the next thing I knew, someone was shoving my shoulder. I…

The Lady of the GPS by Don Matthews

(TRUE STORY) A truckie based in Melbourne (A huge B-double grade) Set GPS then headed off Bound for Adelaide The Lady of the GPS (Obey at any cost) Take this street, that street, trust me do You’re bound to not get lost But Lady? streets are narrowing Don’t worry trust me do You’ve told me…

A Conversation about the Last First Kiss by The Devil Unbound

“Will you know,” she begins to ask me, “When you say your last first I love you, or when you give your last first kiss?”             “I don’t know, and I don’t think I want to know,” I reply, noticing her frustration with my weakness.                 We sit in an old café in the west…

Meeting Turns to Crap by Don Matthews

(true story in my hometown Adelaide) The staffers were all gathered Round each other, seating When suddenly they heard above A sound, a sudden creaking Very soon they all began To look up, and start mumbling When the creaking sound above them Turned to quite loud rumbling Suddenly the ceiling Above them gave away And…