Costume Chitchat

“For Halloween this year, I’m going as myself. No one will recognize me. Won’t that be scary?” “Last year, you might recall, I went happily as you, boo-b00ing and who-wh00ing up and down the haunted block.” “Once, I went as my father, and was tricked to snake out a bewitched litter box. Dad thought that…

At the Pumpkin Patch

The frizzled farmer pushing the pulling, tired draft horse, his jeans ballooning like pantaloons pinched into rubber boots sunk and stuck like squash in the shallow fall mud, his arms swollen loofahs lifting pumpkins up to the children riding on sweet smelling, dry hay bales in the wagon, has a “Head like a prize pumpkin,”…