Goodnight Bunny, Part 2
Written by M.J.C Continued… “The trick or treating was especially good this year,” Leah said to her friends. “Let’s go back to the haunted house,” Leah said, and and group…
Author, Myron J. Clifton
Written by M.J.C Continued… “The trick or treating was especially good this year,” Leah said to her friends. “Let’s go back to the haunted house,” Leah said, and and group…
Written by M.J.C I’m going to be Alice in Wonderland this year, Leah, proclaimed. Leah typically dressed up as classic characters – Minnie Mouse, 1950’s poodle skirt girl, and when…
Written by M.J.C I waited for her to arrive. She was early, of course, and I was waiting. She usually arrived earlier than I did but on this occasion I…
Written by M.J.C Mom was beautiful. She looked perplexed and perhaps a bit annoyed. She stood there for what seemed like an hour, but was really only about seven minutes.…
Written by M.J.C One summer day around 1972 or so, my brothers and neighborhood friends were playing outside our apartment that was just off East 14th Street in East Oakland.…
Written by M.J.C I was early. I was always early. I’m comfortable being alone and settling in before meeting or dining with friends, or anyone really. I need that time…
It was a typical summer mid-afternoon day in Oakland. The weather was typically moderate and the sky was typically large and beautiful and we were outside typically playing, running, laughing, arguing, and riding our bikes between games of street football, baseball, and roughhousing.
The bird was a robin. It was sitting in the tree just outside the classroom. The teacher was quiet, having given instructions to take the remaining thirty minutes of class to construct our poem.