When I was a kid, the school bus I rode back and forth to school was a horror show of cruelty perpetrated by bullies who were aided and abetted by the bus driver. Every four years I pretend to be British (a six-week election campaign! silence until September!) but it’s not working. Being bullied, watching others … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Alden Nowlan
Flossie at School – Alden Nowlan Five laths in a cotton dress was christened Flossie and learned how to cry, her eyes like wet daisies behind thick glasses. She was six grades ahead of me and wore bangs; the big boys called her “The Martian,” they snowballed her home, splashed her with their bicycles, … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Alden Nowlan
Great Things Have Happened – Alden Nowlan We were talking about the great things that have happened in our lifetimes; and I said, “Oh, I suppose the moon landing was the greatest thing that has happened in my time.” But, of course, we were all lying. The truth is the moon landing didn’t mean one-tenth … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Alden Nowlan
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