I am excited to announce that my poem “The Fleas of Life” won 3rd Honorable Mention in the Southern Oregon Poetry Prize under the Poet’s Choice category! Yeah!
The Fleas of Life
| They come biting, crawling up your legs. At first you don’t know that they are there. You see, the fleas are oh, so small and you are so busy. The fleas of life come in many shapes and forms: as bills to pay, calls about your bills, papers to file, files to organize, lawns to mow, laundry to wash, emails to read and respond to. They are the small relentless tasks that fill up your days and in boxes. You scratch at the itchiness, then discover another biting your ankle, then one on your left arm. You brush a few off your sleeve but they keep coming. There is no end to the fleas of life. You try to keep ahead of it all but they seem to multiple overnight, wave after wave of To Dos pile up and lap against your desk. I heard a news story once about a house that blew up due to too many flea bombs being set off. It leveled the house. Somedays I fantasize about doing the same to the fleas of life. |