“How do you feel today, Bob?”
“As good as you can with your sinuses being home to a pack of pachyderms”
“Yuck! I hate allergies as well.”
Hay (an acrostic conversation)
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Posh (an acrostic poem)
Port slipped between his lips and played among his tastebuds
Out of a mere cask of oak and grapes came such complexity and contrast
Starboard tasted of sunkissed raspberries while the left side of his tongue sampled chocolate
Home might be where the love is, but for him, he wished to reside in this moment
Lumber (an acrostic poem)
Log after log swung off the truck and onto the mud
Under a gray sky that threatened snow any day now
Maybe she would have time to get this cabin built, but it would be close, too close.
Before she had moved out here, all she knew was the stuff you got from Home Depot or Lowes
Every day in this wilderness ingrained into her a sense of place, a sense of nature
Reaching for the first log with her backhoe, she eased her future over the foundation wall. Time to build her future.
Flame (an acrostic poem)
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Fires roared through the house, consuming everything in their path
Leaving behind black charred remains of a lifetime together
All of those bits of the past turned to smoke as if an offering to a non-existent deity
Mumbling to himself, the former occupant of the home shuffled in his slippers down the street
Everyone would be worried about his dementia, but if he couldn’t have those memories, no one would.
Iris (an acrostic poem)
It all came into focus suddenly
Reality was never going to be her playground
It was all she could do to not cackle as she downed her cup of Ayahuasca
Slowly her eyes dilated and she was home
Silly (an acrostic poem)
So a neutron goes into a bar and asks, “How much for a beer?” The bartender says, “For you, no charge.”
If your boss tells you to have a nice day, does that mean you can go home?
Looking for a bitter and sweet drink? Try some Reali-tea.
Listen, singing in the shower is fun until you get soap in your mouth, then it becomes a soap opera.
You know what, I was going to tell you a time-traveling joke, but you didn’t like it.
Nest (an acrostic poem)
Nothing like home, that is such a true phrase
Except Bruce considered his house was just a collection of sticks
So it surprised no one when he one day just migrated away and never came back
The pair of swallows that moved in next enjoyed it so much more
Last (an acrostic poem)
Living at the end of the line
As she watches people cut in up ahead
She should be really upset at having to wait longer but,
The fact she doesn’t have to go home yet made her so safe and happy
Hovel (an acrostic poem)
Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place
Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are
Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care
Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space
Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life
Crisps (an acrostic poem)
Crunchy chips deliver their payload of salt and carbs
Rallying my taste buds into a feeding frenzy
It becomes an addictive craving that must be met
Soon the bag is consumed, and I look around
People at the grocery store are looking at me weirdly
So what you’re saying is should have waited till I got home?
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