I don't know, Lord, but sometimes I feel like all my accomplishments could fit inside a Pez dispenser, with room left over for candy ...
Tom C. HunleyAugust 23, 2022
NOVEMBER/DECEMBER 2013: POETRY by Tom C. Hunley God gave us stuff God stuffed us Give thanks to God Stuff turkeys to stuff us Thanks God Thanks turkeys Give turkey back to God God give us enough stuff Stuff us God God stuffs us turkeys with Godstuff Let there be stuff God said Thanks God and there was stuff was God there God was God suffered enough for us Thanks God for giving us enough forgiving us for stuff Tom…
Tom C. HunleyNovember 1, 2013
JANUARY/FEBRUARY 2013: POETRY by Tom C. Hunley When I die, Lord, I want to come back as a cloud an airplane passes through just before the crash, lit up by blazing sunset and just freed of a heavy, cleansing rain— a cloud gifted with speech enough to say Change your course, pilot. I want to change, cloudlike, into the sort of person who finds a wallet and an abandoned infant and knows which to keep, which to return, and does…
Tom C. HunleyJanuary 1, 2013
JUNE/JULY 2012: POETRY by Tom C. Hunley "I got us a divorce this afternoon.... I didn't want a hokey second wedding like those ones on TV." - Homer Simpson, "A Milhouse Divided" The Bridegroom: I have been unfaithful to my bartender, Moe, whose heart shattered like a cheap pint glass. It's like Moe could feel the swinging doors as I entered the Beer & Brawl. And Marge wasn't happy about the croonin' cowgal I met there, Miss Lurleen Lumpkin. I…
Tom C. HunleyJune 1, 2012