A retelling of the Grimm brothers’ folk tale, “The fisherman and his wife”, for our times

One day Melania was walking along the beach wondering what to do about her husband. She was worried that he would not make it through another month, much less his term, without a miracle. While she was walking, feeling hopeless and deep in thought she came upon a beautiful iridescent fish that had been washed …

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  Ink blot test Cross burnings Into a corner Black butterfly Voice of the little Pinball machine Suburban garage   The fourth world Day four anyone Familiar names Dogs and parakeets There’s more to it Those who lived Sense of rage   Sort of thing Had a modicum Clings to your finger Pull the cork …

The first argument

One morning, at breakfast,
Creator took a bite out of his toast.
He held it up to his wife proudly.
Moon, he said.
He took another bite.
Mushroom, he said.
His wife frowned.
He took another bite.
Anteater, he said.
And another: Acacia.
Now his wife glared at him.
Creator was squirming in his chair.
He had to pee.
He took several quick bites,
Leaving only the trunk
And a big bulb at the top
Before he hurried from the table.
Human, he said over his shoulder.
His wife stared at his plate.
I feel sorry for that skinny thing! she said.
And that giant brain is only going to get him in trouble!
She nibbled the top much smaller and sighed,
Not looking forward
To when her husband returned.