On Valentine’s

NOTE TO READERS: Here it is again: the famous Valentine Vic wrote and sent through the Darton College campus to the female faculty and staff, an act then-VP Joseph Kirkland termed “sexual harassment.” Vic’s lawyer condescendingly defined the term so Kirkland and President Peter Sireno had to contend themselves with a letter of reprimand for [...]

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 [...]

Happy Valentine’s Day

On Valentine’s the birds do choose their mates. The hawks in flight and sparrows on the ground Stop hunting prey and hopping all around. They couple up, and then they copulate In feathered frenzy squawking all along. And then some roost in trees, some merely sit Upon the heads of statues where they shit. Some [...]

Rhetoric Flambe

Even assholes ought to see it’s words we shout …that makes us free, so stifle sticks, condem the stones, but leave our fucking speech alone!

The Last Christmas

The Last Christmas Season’s greetings From: O. Vic Miller T’was right before Christmas & Ms. Santa Clause was shrewishly numbering her husband’s flaws: “You lecherous, drunken, degenerate slob, Your manners and humor is rough as a cob. You snore like a donkey and smell like a goat. The bank, it won’t honor the check I [...]

Resurrection

I When mortal thoughts intrude to make me sad I think of all the fun I’ve had in life and get to wanting more. It’s then I drop my ass down to the floor stone dead. I writhe and wind and coil like rattlesnakes in turpentine or boiling oil, and then I go to sloughing [...]

In Memory of Lt. Col. Frank F. Hutto, USAF Reserves

(For Linda Hutto)  Your cousin and I flew a Cessna to Eglin to visit your brave wife and children and found them surrounded by women who gather late together waiting when a fighter pilot’s lost or down. The night you ditched somewhere off the Key Largo in shallow ocean and your sergeant found your laughter [...]