Clown Pounds

It takes much planning to pull one’s weight, especially in shoes not meant to fit.

©2011, Peg Duthie

Aging Dog

Step losing its bounce: the vault and the pounce turn into a hop and a shuffling around.

©2011, Peg Duthie

Taking Aim

You pounce on every quiver of my voice. My shakiness restocks your quiver of cheap shots.

©2011, Peg Duthie

p(ron)ounce

If I ever master your name, old man, the world will bleed with broken vow(el)s.

©2011, Peg Duthie

Righteous Angles

If a verse made Helen feel faint, she encoffined it within a precise rectangle before blacking it out.

©2011, Peg Duthie