Burying the hatchets


They’re all about heroics,

these skeletons—showing up on Saturdays

for dinner and a nap. They might choose to throw bones

for the dogs, or spook the bird.  They’ll bring their own

brand of humor for the table, and fire for the oven.


Make room, Make room, I say,

A night without them is like a night without you


This Year        

spring is an old thing. a big electric

smile. it is always asking—dearie,

what am i doing

that you wouldn’t?


About The Author

Timmy is a writer of poetry and fiction. He edits the What Literature section of What Weekly.

  • http://www.facebook.com/people/Kyle-Foley/593820957 Kyle Foley

    this is supposed to be interesting? why?