<![CDATA[PAGE & SPINE - C-MAY-JUN\'13]]>Fri, 16 Mar 2018 09:52:55 -0400Weebly<![CDATA[CRUMBS ~ JUNE 28, 2013]]>Fri, 28 Jun 2013 08:44:34 GMThttp://pagespineficshowcase.com/c-may-jun13/crumbs-june-28-2013I will not tinker with my stories endlessly.  
Someday I’ll die.
- L. Oliver Bright

beaded raindrops
blister my barren pate
un-flowing locks

                            - Lee Allen Hill

<![CDATA[CRUMBS ~ JUNE 21, 2013]]>Fri, 21 Jun 2013 09:02:42 GMThttp://pagespineficshowcase.com/c-may-jun13/crumbs-june-21-2013Life’s contemplations probably comes out to equal parts
‘I did’ and ‘I didn’t’.
- L. Oliver Bright


           (a poem in A Minor)

Do not expect salvation
after all you've done...

the smoking gun,
and all.

You're getting no exemption.
There will be no redemption.

there's nothing you can do.

Don't bother chasing loopholes.
Don't petition for appeal.
The loopholes are all clogged.
Appeals aren't really real.

there's nothing you can do.

Don't try to make arrangements.
There are no strings to pull.
Life is just a debt.
A debt that must be met...
met and paid in full.

there's nothing...
really nothing
you can do.

                                     - Lee Allen Hill

@#$i&*@#$-- LAH

There once was a mean narcoleptic
Whose ulcers were growing quite peptic
“It’s hard to be creepy
I’m always so sleepy
@#$%&^*$#@% … zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

                                       - Lee Allen Hill
<![CDATA[CRUMBS ~ JUNE 14, 2013]]>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 09:18:15 GMThttp://pagespineficshowcase.com/c-may-jun13/crumbs-june-14-2013I believe Victoria has no secrets left.
- L. Oliver Bright
new undead diet
eat anyone you want
never gain an ounce

                                 - Lee Allen Hill

I sailed 'cross the seas to Kilkenny
To woo up the dowager Jenny
Her wig worms and wiggles
Her jig jelly jiggles
And still she ain't puttin' out any. 

                                     - Lee Allen Hill

<![CDATA[CRUMBS~ JUNE 7, 2013 ]]>Fri, 07 Jun 2013 09:30:19 GMThttp://pagespineficshowcase.com/c-may-jun13/crumbs-june-7-2013 Listen, anyone can make a mistake.  
That’s what pre-nups are for.
- L. Oliver Bright

           SPRING FEVER

Itchy eyes and runny nose
Aches and pains down to my toes
Dusty yellow covers all
Allergies won’t wait ‘til fall.
Planting beckons in the yard—
Beauty shouldn’t be this hard.
Heavy eyes lure me to bed,
Covers pulled above my head.

                        -N.K. Wagner

The Swarm

killer bee movie
the worst 'B movie' ever
that ain't Oscar buzz.

                              - THE MOVIE MAVEN
<![CDATA[CRUMBS ~ MAY 31, 2013]]>Fri, 31 May 2013 08:13:49 GMThttp://pagespineficshowcase.com/c-may-jun13/crumbs-may-31-2013The people who counsel me to be content with all I have 
are the same ones who have all I don’t.
- L. Oliver Bright


Yossarian cried,
“They keep trying to kill me!”
“That’s Catch-22.”

                                             -THE MOVIE MAVEN

 Circle Dance

squirrels squirrel acorns
oaks squirrel squirrels

                                       -Lee Allen Hill

<![CDATA[CRUMBS ~ MAY 24, 2013]]>Fri, 24 May 2013 08:21:46 GMThttp://pagespineficshowcase.com/c-may-jun13/crumbs-may-24-2013There’s nothing wrong with living in the past.  
All of my creditors do. 
– L. Oliver Bright

Phantom Pain

Lost limbs.
Lost loves.
to rub balm
on phantom pain.

                      - Lee Allen Hill

                                                       ALWAYS THE BRIDESMAID

      I pressed the blue chiffon into the box, the last of four different bridesmaid’s gowns from four different weddings of four different friends. At the last wedding, after one too many margaritas, my mother had introduced me as “my daughter Celia, always the bridesmaid, you know.”

     I shook off the memory, and thought instead of the four different divorces, not one of them easy, kind, or painless. Slapping a length of tape across the lid, I sealed away the dresses, along with the sadness they’d evoked.

    The bedroom beckoned and I shed my clothes as I stepped through the door. My latest lover was snoring softly, still wrapped in the crumpled sheets from our lovemaking. I slipped into bed and snuggled up against him. With a contented sigh, I smiled and thought, “NEVER the bride.”

                                                                                                                             - Gloria Adams
<![CDATA[CRUMBS ~ MAY 17, 2013]]>Fri, 17 May 2013 08:28:19 GMThttp://pagespineficshowcase.com/c-may-jun13/crumbs-may-17-2013There’s not much difference between being a kid 
and being an adult.  
We view our problems proportionately.
-L. Oliver Bright

If the Ego Fits...

It's hard to pat a man on the back
when his hand is in the way.

                                   - Lois J. Funk
                                   copyright 2008

grey gulls circle
the landfill.

                          - Lee Allen Hill

<![CDATA[CRUMBS ~ MAY 10, 2013]]>Fri, 10 May 2013 08:34:25 GMThttp://pagespineficshowcase.com/c-may-jun13/crumbs-may-10-2013Writers who don’t write every day married money.  
-L. Oliver Bright

 A gal who was quick with permission
Sought help from a famous physician
He poked and he prodded
Then finally nodded
‘She’s blocked in her large inhibition!’

                                    - Lee Allen Hill


Democrat and Republican politicians will at last unite 
against their common enemy: the taxpayers. 
-  Fred Waiss

<![CDATA[CRUMBS ~ MAY 3, 2013]]>Fri, 03 May 2013 08:39:31 GMThttp://pagespineficshowcase.com/c-may-jun13/crumbs-may-3-2013Anybody can be miserable.  It takes character to be happy. 
– L. Oliver Bright

ambush breeze
see-saws leaf to earth
duty done

             -Lee Allen Hill


The assassins swaggered. Their gunslinger stride, sure-footed and determined, intimidated us as we watched—from a distance.

I saw the blood—the essence of life—spill.  Despite my best intentions, I could not stop the carnage. They carted away the remains, loaded it and swept away the evidence before anyone else noticed something had disappeared forever from their lives.

I barely noticed this life while it remained a backdrop for my reality, but I witnessed the death and wanted to apologize for my lack of appreciation.  I never knew its exact species, and I’ll never know its name, but the regret I feel is real.

My across-the-street-neighbours cut down a tree this morning. It was a merciful death. A few chain saws, a group of like-minded buddies, and the deed was done.

If they could see the view from my side of the street, maybe they’d comprehend the tragedy.

                                                                                                   - Ingrid Thomson