Mice In A Fish Tank

Few people actually like me, and one of them keeps mice in a fish tank. It’s my vocabulary. Gulls squawk. Sirens whoop. I use large words. It comes naturally to me. But others just think I’m full of myself, a showoff. My wife’s friend’s husband said he should’ve brought a dictionary along to dinner. He laughed as he said it, but everyone at the table knew. I felt I was back in high school. The adults were thugs in suits and dresses, and the girls covered their mouths when they giggled. There are tumors no mix of chemicals can shrink.From Guest Contributor Howie Good

Howie is a professor emeritus at SUNY New Paltz whose newest poetry books, The Dark and Akimbo, are available from Sacred Parasite, a Berlin-based publisher.

Altered Realms Of Reality

The adventure of a quantum man. I used to be much larger. I used to live on Sagittarius. Doubt me? I doubt myself these days.

There on some parallel realm, the US used Celsius and to have a temperature meant you were 100 C. Makes me wonder if fat suits are just avatars from someplace else stuck in a heated environment. To live for years at 73 constant without snow. Now to have snow and live at 1 C. Makes me question my sanity these days. Do I remember correctly or am I just caught up in some grand adventure?

From Guest Contributor Clinton Siegle