Cupid, by Renee Overstreet

Insidious childlike angelic pest adorned with pewter black wings must you make such nauseating spectacles of foolishly smitten human beings? Grotesquely flaunting gaudiness in mouth-to-mouth displays of public affection so hideous I am blinded with dismay. Unearthly...

Still In Love

Baby, I can’t explain a lot of silly things I do. I can also feel the pain every time that I hurt you. My shortcomings must be difficult for your love to endure. But when you hold me in your arms I know that I am yours. I am yours in the morning when your hair...

Little Alien, by Renee Overstreet

My baby brother Petey is from another planet. If you don’t believe me you can ask my cousin Janet. Last Sunday’s Easter dinner withour great-Grandma June he omitted a smell so foul it completely cleared the room. He doesn’t have any teeth. His skin...