Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

It’s not cricket if you don’t shout Howzat but in space no one hears you scream. He threw the box at the antenna, knocked off the top, Howz…

“You pushed” “You pulled” “Your fault” “No yours” “We’re trapped” “We will die and nobody shall save us” “We shall die if no one will save.”

The blackguards have painted the pine trees again evil men but tomorrow I see the pine trees have painted the blackguards in Halloween green.

She lived for tweets, arms became wings, typed messages with claws. Now she alone knows all, your dreams and thoughts revealed; her super-e.

Not so remarkable; he planned to stand where she’d lain, two feet on her grave. But incoherent misunderstanding ruled. He feasted. She rose.

Remarkably alive, she who had died, returned from her recent grave, incoherent as ever. I still couldn’t understand a word, which was why...

You must have wonderful flowers in your yard said my friend, but I don’t. I just photograph each one as it appears and post it on Instagram.

Misreading Facebook: groups make it easier to share with friends, family & termites. But are termites really a team? Friend or foe, or both?

Betwixt the planets & the stars, a darkness waits with beating heart, narrating time itself betwixt the ending & the start; ‘tis not so far.

Sometimes he worried she’d talk him to death, going on about planets and stars, then betwixt one word & next, his alien talked him to death.

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Re egg bought on 10/11/12. Final payment due. Miniaturization pills will be given on receipt of payment in full, else hatchling will eat you

“Bob’s your uncle.” No he’s not.“ Why not?” I’ve got no uncles. “Bob’s your aunt?” Indeed, Roberta. “K” & with a flourish finished the play.

Open the door; someone’s knocking. Open the door; let them in. Open the door; is he hungry? Feed him. Then he’ll let me live until tomorrow.

Its ruby throat agleam with promise, wings abuzz it turned to him. The burglar screamed & I’m in jail. Can I deny this death by hummingbird?

You will play they say, and write, citing no freedom til you do. No cookies til the ear-worm’s had its fill, pingponging ukelele’s kangaroo.

I’ll fly to you my love & bring the giblets too. Just tell me how you send evites with claws & paws & pause before you bite. Giblets for you

Narcissus’ shadow, dark mascara’s tears like tar,  the urn can’t hold your fears;  your fingers turn the cookie jar to silhouette’s bell-toll.

“Condiments?” “They’re what you add to flavor what you savor,” said the man. “I savor well-charred cows,” dragon replied, “flavored with you”

“My broomstick’s stuck.” “What did you power it with?” “Fresh pomegranate juice.” “You’ve been reading too much Natural Witchkeeping again.”