I’m in the process of putting together another collection of short stories. One of the motives behind this collection is that I have a bunch of stories that I posted on some websites that are no longer around. While going through these stories to see which ones I could use for the collection, I came across this one which, given everything going on in the world today, is probably more relevant than when I posted it in March of 2014.
Lowering the page, Karen gave a confused look to her girlfriend Sue. “Seriously?” she asked.
“What?” Sue replied.
Setting the page on the desk, Karen stated, “There’s revolutions, and bombings, and ... and the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer, and a million other huge things going on in the world and,” she picked up the page and finished, “you write a poem about a toothache?”
Sue smiled. “Yes there are momentous, Earth shaking events going on right now, and all the wannabe poets are writing bland poetry about them. Few are trying to write decent poetry about little, everyday things.”
Sue stood and walked over to Karen and put her hands on her shoulders. “Answer this question honestly: is it a good poem?”
Karen scanned over the page. Setting it back down, she gave a bit of a smile and said, “Yes.”
“Well, isn’t that what’s important?” Sue chuckled, then kissed Karen.