The Greeting Ark

Spoken word performed by Gracie Langren.

The Big Four Reasons I Will Be Elected

A very collectible wine label.

2016 Debates   “Thank you, Lester.  I believe in the moderator.  How many wishes do I have?” 

There’s a story in every room.  What’s yours?

Debate 2016

WEIRD PUMPKIN

The Night Before Election Editor: Twas the night before Election, when all through the House Not a lobbyist was scurrying, not even a mouse. Senate subcommittees adjourned and stockings were hung In hopes of all the back room dealings to be rung. Trump nestled sweet, with yes men and advisors, With visions of sugar-plum futures and corporate risers, And Momma Melania stayed close to his side Ready to cast a vote for Freedom, a vote for pride, The Donald. Our brains just settled for a four-year nap And all of our futures rewrote and sold for crap. When out on the White House lawn arose a clatter The entire republic leapt out of bed to see what was the matter. Away to the TV we flew like the CW’s Flash, Searching for, and then finding the remote to see the news flash: The American public demanding “fair & balanced” From talking heads too bloated and loaded to chance A failure in optics, a goof in the gobbledygook, Or a restless candidate off-script— The Donald His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples how merry His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry. Then in a twinkling we heard on the tube The prancing and pawing of every little rube Throwing themselves prostrate, cow-towing me-too-ism To the beast of hair, the pop of culture, the kink of me-ism— The Donald In his red silk designer power night shirt And funny bunny slippers—never the shirker— His droll little mouth drawn up like a bow Ready to knock friends or enemies all for show. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf And we all laughed when we saw him, in spite of ourselves. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave the Democrats something to dread. “Dash away. Dash away Jim, Lindsey, John and Ted. Dash away, make room Carly, Ben, Mike and Jeb. Really Chris? Get away, get away. Move it, Scott. It’s manifest destiny for the rest of you lot. He sprang to his limo, to the secret service he whistled, And round and round the White House he insisted. The limo screeched to a stop with the thought of Hillary And a dastardly plan to reinstate just for her the pillory. All heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Election Day to all and to all a good night!” George Bandy Alexandria, Virginia

Look for Ben Nadler's story "Respite". Very entertaining and a good interview.

Louie & the Hound’s Truth by George Bandy