where the writers are

Humor | Humor

sherrie-theriault's picture
Mar.28.2009
March 28   FEELINGS   Getting my feelings back was like a package delivered---not a letter bomb, more like live squid or bait of some kind.  It was something to catch me out there.  I think overcoming the shock was more or less the small part, though it seemed to loom at the time.  The squirming,...
rosy-cole's picture
Mar.27.2009
          Miss Dickinson, who spoke of drowning Should have consulted Robert Browning, Youth's crystal vision turned to rue, Age would have proved was merely dew!           ©http://www.pilgrimrose.com
sam-barry's picture
Mar.26.2009
This year I decided not to invest $20 in the March Madness pool here at HarperCollins, where I work. In light of the tough economic conditions and the erosion of my 401k, I thought it was wiser to invest my money in the jar on top of our home refrigerator. Also, I work for Rupert Murdoch, and I...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Mar.26.2009
March 26   THE ORPHANAGE OF MY HEART    The orphanage of my heart holds many children, children of my past.  They gaze at me, fixed in an attempt to draw me near their needs.  I scurry, often my head down, eyes averted, not knowing how to offer comfort or consideration to these hapless souls. ...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Mar.25.2009
March 25   THE ORDER   I can’t expect delivery if I haven’t placed the order.  I never seem to know what I want until after I have accepted something else.  I can remember thinking order meant procedure not procurement---set the table, not end my hunger.  I focused on rational intent and turned my...
sam-barry's picture
Mar.24.2009
I’ve gotten some great suggestions regarding the pigeon crisis we are facing in the world today (and especially at my house). Consultant Jim Seybert suggests I should scare the pigeons away by playing the harmonica in their vicinity, thus utilizing one of my passions (some might say obsessions) as...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Mar.24.2009
March 24   PARADOX OF PARADISE     Paradise is created when I collect paradox and live with it.  Paradise is the set of acceptance and suspended disbelief.  If anything is possible, accepting what comes is less heart-wrenching.  If I arrest my misgivings, gratification in the voluptuousness of now...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Mar.23.2009
March 23   MISSING      The good times we never had but should have, the pleasantries I endured waiting for the pleasure.  I remembered your potential with fondness.  The days, weeks and years I waited for you to grow to me have passed, and yet--- time is what I have, not you.  Hope is a wonderful...
pat-bertram's picture
Mar.22.2009
I seem to have sidled into the book review business. Well, not business exactly, because no one is going to pay me, but a few people asked me to review their books, and I volunteered to review a few others, thinking . . . Who knows what I was thinking — I don’t have the slightest idea of how to...
sam-barry's picture
Mar.22.2009
I don’t know if I can last much longer. My knuckles hurt from banging on the window. My throat is soar from yelling. But no matter what I do, they keep landing on the roof just outside my bedroom window. I know what they are up to out there, cooing at each other, dancing in little circles, carrying...