The Annoying Ant One Autumn I got an ant bite on my bottom while looking for my father’s hatchet and I was afraid to scratchet. A Short History Lesson When I was in school we studied some old geezer named “Julius Ceezer”. He easily defeated Gaul Alesians and all. But, he tried to steal the […]

It was hard not to notice that the poet’s shack had more books than space. The bed was sitting on stacks of literary quarterlies. The couch was made entirely of poetry anthologies. On the walls were shelves of self-published works. There was a wood-burning stove with photographs of various people spilling out onto the floor. […]