We’ve had several poemsby Xavier in this column.He lost his grandma,Carol Manley, familiar toIT readers, a year ago.He loved Demi and wrotea book for us, a line andpicture on each page.“Fo
ok folks laugh but this houseIS on the enos park house touroctober 2 noon to 5 will weclean it well sorta at least sweepthe kitchen floor tidy it wellsorta but there’ll be a sign enterat your ow
in england after my first child was bornI wrote my parents about the baby blueshow I felt totally skinless as thoughevery nerve was outside exposedpaining stinging maybe it was explainedhormonally eve
here we are at the yearly walworth
county fair the grandkids sang again
in the junior american idol show
should’ve won we suggested to a
harried judge all finalists get
certificates th
I waste time
a lot of ways
might as well
waste it on church
the early fathers
referred to
holy waste
does holy waste
come from holy cows
come to think of it
simeon stylites
(his
some NPR listeners loath click ‘n’ clackbut I love ’em they’re such smart guysMIT PhDs and from a fair city I oncelived in and the cars they know so muchabout get into such rid
at a scrabble party the other nightwe found that asshole isn’t in theofficial dictionary my quarrel withthat scrabble authority has beenit omits the two-letter solfegesyllables except those popu
ever since that great toad of awalmart went up off south sixthsmothering the green field waitI like toads they’re good for thegarden so spell it with a “u”no that word also means goo
nephews nieces cousins of all ageswe searched the serene chicagocemetery sunday alone except forthe myriads of departed but wherewas our departed the heirs who carriedhis coffin through the february d