Ode to General Jane, Patron of the Arts

by O. Vic Miller My muse and me, we sing of little Gen’rl Jane, Who asked politely that a symphony be sane Or fair. Or failing that, at least to keep their promises. Instead of crawfishing retroactively from what they said. That’s Willson with two L’s, whom we applaud. Oh happy hour when our heroine [...]

State Farm Chicanery

by O. Victor Miller I’m wired, wide-eyed as an owl.  Johnboat and trailer still jack-knifed out into the slow lane but untouched, the Blue Goose bashed in even worse than it was before on the shotgun side, all four quarter panels. When my teeth quit rattling, the ones I was born with and the others, [...]