Fiction Friday: Micropoetry from the Book


It was always chess over checkers with us,
Clue & Scrabble over Life & Monopoly,
& I could see how our game choices
showed me what our life was—
a puzzle.

In Religion, righteousness trumped kindness;
in Spirituality, kindness trumped righteousness.
But in the world, they were granted Equality.

I chose the Church as I would some day
have to choose a mate.
I grabbed hold of the attributes I loved,
tolerating the ones I did not.
But how perfect could the Church be,
being made up of many men?

I trusted David with my heart & life & body
as surely as I trusted God,
whoever He was,
with my soul.

She had prayed every night
that God would give Caitlin
as long as she needed on this Earth
to accept the truth.
I knew in my heart that Caitlin
would never accept the Church as true,
& so, if God answered such prayers,
Caitlin would live forever.

A Life of Games


When she played “Old Maid,”
she realized that no one wanted to be one,
yet never questioned why
there was never an “Old Bachelor” game.

When she played “Perfection,”
she realized that speed and accuracy
was the winning combination to more than games.

When she played “Operation,”
she knew the world would be better off
if she wasn’t a surgeon.

When she played “Checkers,”
she realized that once she mastered something,
she lost interest in it.

When she played “Clue,”
she realized how much she loved
figuring things out.

When she played “Scrabble,”
she realized that dictionaries were friends
to the right people.

But when she played video games,
she realized how much she hated them.

For the Non-Gamer

She watched “Wheel of Fortune” to make herself feel smart,
“Jeopardy” to humble herself,
& “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?” to realize that anyone
could be one.

For board game lovers:

For “Wheel of Fortune” lovers:

For “Clue” lovers (or “Cluedo,” as its known in the United Kingdom):

Mondays Will Be Different: Sweet Little Nothings

So, I’ve phased out my #Micropoetry Mondays.  Life has been getting more intense, so I decided to scale back from writing five short poems a week to one short poem a week.

And voila!  My new Monday feature, “Dove Chocolate-inspired poetry,” was born.


I’d never heard of “found poetry” till I took a college level poetry class, the definition of which can be found here:

I began finding (if not looking) for poetry in unlikely places, and, being the dark chocolate lover I am, noticed the cute little sayings inside the Dove candy wrapper foils, thinking, I could do something with these, so I began posting these short poems to Instagram (while I had a phone, anyway).

It was perfect. I already had the graphic–I just had to provide the text.  It is in this way that the poems practically write themselves.

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She had them put their devices down
to get a CLUE over some CHESS pie.
MOM had the MONOPOLY on sociability that night,
taking a RISK by shaking things up.
When they all made plans for another night,
she saw it hadn’t been a TRIVIAL PURSUIT.