Bad-ass Bunny
—Anonymous Photos
EASTER AT THE NURSING HOME
—Donal Mahoney, St. Louis, MO
When bread
is this good
a morsel
will suffice
and when wine
is this good
a sip is enough
for the wraiths
and specters
coming toward
the altar now
on crutches
walkers
in wheel chairs
celebrating
the last Easter
some of them
will know
as they await
a resurrection
of their own.
—Donal Mahoney, St. Louis, MO
When bread
is this good
a morsel
will suffice
and when wine
is this good
a sip is enough
for the wraiths
and specters
coming toward
the altar now
on crutches
walkers
in wheel chairs
celebrating
the last Easter
some of them
will know
as they await
a resurrection
of their own.
CASSEROLES
—Kathy Kieth, Diamond Springs, CA
Easter Sunday: neighborhood clogged
with vans and grandchildren: stiff party
dresses and patent leather: daughters-
in-law juggling foiled-up dishes, purple
rabbits stuffed under one arm . . .
The occasional resurrection, it is: vernal
sacrifice of baked ham and deviled
eggs: plastic baskets with cellophane
grass: jelly bean rainbows in prim crystal
waiting on the coffee table, as chocolate
melts somewhere under the daffodils . . .
—Kathy Kieth, Diamond Springs, CA
Easter Sunday: neighborhood clogged
with vans and grandchildren: stiff party
dresses and patent leather: daughters-
in-law juggling foiled-up dishes, purple
rabbits stuffed under one arm . . .
The occasional resurrection, it is: vernal
sacrifice of baked ham and deviled
eggs: plastic baskets with cellophane
grass: jelly bean rainbows in prim crystal
waiting on the coffee table, as chocolate
melts somewhere under the daffodils . . .
When I was a baby my Dad got “Harvey”
He was a big purple stuffed Easter Bunny
that was once part of a store display
My Dad named him after the popular Jimmy Stewart movie
you know the one where a large white rabbit is the eccentric lead character's imaginary friend
Anyway my older brother and I “loved" Harvey like a big teddy bear
we’d even fight over who could take him to bed
and we’d rub him till patches of his fake fur would wear thin
and the wires holding up his ears poked through
My mom took out the wires so that he became “lop-eared”
It was Mom’s six cats that caused Harvey’s demise
At first the cats scratched on Harvey instead of using their posts
Then one of her altered former tom-cats peed on Harvey
possibly acting as if marking territory
Mom had to break the sad news to us kids—
She couldn’t clean up Harvey well enough
especially because he wouldn’t fit in the wash
My mom couldn’t burn Harvey as in the Velveteen Rabbit story
(My brother might have taken a subtle pleasure in doing that too by then)
But how sad to see the garbage men haul him away
I did wish that Harvey could have gone to a heaven for stuffed toys
He was a big purple stuffed Easter Bunny
that was once part of a store display
My Dad named him after the popular Jimmy Stewart movie
you know the one where a large white rabbit is the eccentric lead character's imaginary friend
Anyway my older brother and I “loved" Harvey like a big teddy bear
we’d even fight over who could take him to bed
and we’d rub him till patches of his fake fur would wear thin
and the wires holding up his ears poked through
My mom took out the wires so that he became “lop-eared”
It was Mom’s six cats that caused Harvey’s demise
At first the cats scratched on Harvey instead of using their posts
Then one of her altered former tom-cats peed on Harvey
possibly acting as if marking territory
Mom had to break the sad news to us kids—
She couldn’t clean up Harvey well enough
especially because he wouldn’t fit in the wash
My mom couldn’t burn Harvey as in the Velveteen Rabbit story
(My brother might have taken a subtle pleasure in doing that too by then)
But how sad to see the garbage men haul him away
I did wish that Harvey could have gone to a heaven for stuffed toys
—Michelle Kunert, Sacramento
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EASTER SUNDAY MORNING
—Cynthia Linville, Sacramento
Egg hunts always remind me of
our Elmer’s glue and food coloring
mohawks
that bled when it rained
on Saturday nights
coloring our ripped t-shirts pastel
dripping onto the drunk people
passed out on the lawn
who would rise again with the church-goers
—Cynthia Linville, Sacramento
Egg hunts always remind me of
our Elmer’s glue and food coloring
mohawks
that bled when it rained
on Saturday nights
coloring our ripped t-shirts pastel
dripping onto the drunk people
passed out on the lawn
who would rise again with the church-goers
Easter Bunny Gets Pulled Over for Speeding
Today's LittleNip:
THE SPRING HEAT
—Kevin Jones, Elk Grove
Tended to ripen the
Dead things towards
The bottom of the hill
Even faster. Jack
The Lab was happy
To be in charge of
That. Shouldn’t
Have been a problem:
He was the neighbors’.
But he liked us better.
—Kevin Jones, Elk Grove
Tended to ripen the
Dead things towards
The bottom of the hill
Even faster. Jack
The Lab was happy
To be in charge of
That. Shouldn’t
Have been a problem:
He was the neighbors’.
But he liked us better.
_______________________
—Medusa
—Photo by Kevin Jones
