Lois Greene Stone, writer and poet, has been syndicated worldwide. Poetry and personal essays have been included in hard & softcover book anthologies. Collections of her personal items/ photos/ memorabilia are in major museums including twelve different divisions of The Smithsonian.
Who dropped the crumbs?
Weren’t they concealed by
leaves or dirt on the path?
Oh, also, houses are blown
down in real life by tornados.
Did a pig snout have such force,
or am I confusing it with another
narration? When I reach for my
red-hooded coat, do I need a
wicker basket to complete
the outfit? I can huff and puff
just doing exercise. Why do
I get soup either too hot or too
cold and seldom just right? Oh.
It wasn’t soup in the story; maybe
that’s why. The vine climbing
a backyard tree could be Jack’s
beanstalk and it’s so strong I
can’t seem to remove the
thickened crimson thing.
‘Once upon a time’ are aging
words; hm, they start fairy
tales also. A parallel