The Maiden & The Wolves

Three brothers are walking in a field,


When they see a maiden surrounded by wolves.


The eldest brother charges in to rescue her with his bare hands, and the wolves tear him apart.


The middle brother sneaks in to rescue her with his silver blade, and he slices up one or two wolves before they find him and tear him apart.


The youngest brother decides to rescue her with his hunting rifle, and he shoots down the rest of the wolves before they can tear him apart.


When the shooting ends he glides over expecting a kiss, when she punches him in the face.


“What was that for?” he asks.


She yells, “For killing my wolves!”

Recent Poems (March 9th)

Say Something

Say no if you want

Say yes if you like

Say thanks but no thanks

Say sorry but not sorry

Say what you need to say

Just say something, please

This silence is rotting me out




Guts

A heart of stone

An iron lung

Nerves of steel

Guts

All this, and more,



I lack

White Dima and Scary Jackson

White Dima and Scary Jackson sit on a black bed. While the snow piles on the night, they crowd around a tv, watching Moscow hockey. Dima knows he is sure to lose his bet, and fears it. Jackson knows too, and smiles. He might as well fish the money out of his pocket right now. He thinks of that blue cred card, ready to pay off his debts to the Finnish. Dima thinks of his children, and which one would be most appetizing to the Finnish: maybe that could buy him some time, and another gamble. Dima breathes in as the hockey puck glides across, inches from victory, seconds from defeat…

And when the aerial finally breaks, and the signal turns to snow, Jackson cries out, and Dima cheers to God.