The World Cup

ohhhh the world cup reminds me of me and my brothers watching it, Pele, oh the great Pele, how we would make a mess of Mommy Charle’s living room. Throwing cushions. Yelling at the TV, knocking over drinks, and ever so often, a curse word would escape, then one of us would run to the living room door to see if Mommy Charles heard it, because if she did, that was the end of football watching. It was one of the few times she would let us go wild in the well put together living room.

POEMS Storyteller

Let the Night

Let the Night

Let the night fall upon us, cover what ugly man has managed to create while awake.
Let the darkness engulf us, so all we hear is the sounds of the night
For sometimes it is better to hear than to see
Let your imagination create your world
No TV, no radio, no video games no modern distractions
Just you, the world, its melodies and darkness

Parts Dirty Immigrant Storyteller

I am an Alien From the novel I am a Dirty Immigrant

One day my son and I were watching one of the Star Trek shows. He was extremely interested in all of the alien characters, so I pulled out my green card. At the time, the word alien was printed across the front of it. I showed it to him and told him that I too was an alien. I tell you what:  I had never seen a kid move that fast, his little feet pumping, eyes as big as two full moons and he stumbled and fell right before he got into the kitchen. He stumbled into his mother’s legs head first and I heard him as he told her that I was an alien because my identification card said so. It took a lot of convincing for him to finally realize that I was teasing him.