Literary Crumbs: Poems & Short Stories to Savor by D. Ryan Lafferty

  • What a Difference You’ve Made

    (Mrs. Adams’ Last Day at School) The last summer comes quickly and it’s one day awayThe halls are all empty, no more laughter and play As you close out your grade book and turn in your keysEmotions they mingle with fond memories… For thirty-five years you planned and you dreamed,each day filled with lessons, directions, Read more

  • Ladybug

    On a yawning Sunday afternoon, a ladybug shuffled across my field of view. A faithless pilgrim setting out upon the spackled-plasterwinter wastes of my bedroom ceiling. I watched her, inching along, as I rested within a feathery shellfolded from my down comforter. Surely someone has already written this poem down, for here is the perfect Read more

  • Know it All

    I wish that I could say I was sorry to interrupt you, but you were using the wrong fork for this course of the meal. And, by the way, that crystal glass of Riesling should be held by the stem,rather than being warmed by the delicate palm of your hand. I just needed to share Read more

  • Portmanteau

    or “Chicken Salad After All” They say that Lewis Carroll coined the term “portmanteau” after a double-sided suitcase of the same name. Two halves crammed together, making up a whole. I resist the worn-out cliché, something about the best of both worlds. So often the domain of the television commercial: the pitchman, the shill, the Read more

  • The Cold, Cold Winter Rose

    The lovely daffodils of spring grow up far too early I suppose.Their beauty shines so brightly in their neat untrammeled rows. But those flowers first to blossom are those fastest yet to leave.Their fragile stems succumbing to those greedy, grabbing weeds. The tulips shoot directly aiming upward toward the sky.Their beauty’s simply stunning as they Read more

  • Puppeteering

    Tiny puppet masters prop themselves up just above the other toys, the playthings elite. For they are special, certainly better than the rest. Superior grins stretch from ear to stenciled ear,adorning hollow faces. They rise, then bend and dip in such lifelike motion. Well-worn joints creak and moan as they bow, then rise again.Believing, without Read more

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  • What a Difference You’ve Made

    (Mrs. Adams’ Last Day at School) The last summer comes quickly and it’s one day awayThe halls are all empty, no more laughter and play As you close out your grade book and turn in your keysEmotions they mingle with fond memories… For thirty-five years you planned and you dreamed,each day filled with lessons, directions, Read more

  • Ladybug

    On a yawning Sunday afternoon, a ladybug shuffled across my field of view. A faithless pilgrim setting out upon the spackled-plasterwinter wastes of my bedroom ceiling. I watched her, inching along, as I rested within a feathery shellfolded from my down comforter. Surely someone has already written this poem down, for here is the perfect Read more

  • Know it All

    I wish that I could say I was sorry to interrupt you, but you were using the wrong fork for this course of the meal. And, by the way, that crystal glass of Riesling should be held by the stem,rather than being warmed by the delicate palm of your hand. I just needed to share Read more

  • Portmanteau

    or “Chicken Salad After All” They say that Lewis Carroll coined the term “portmanteau” after a double-sided suitcase of the same name. Two halves crammed together, making up a whole. I resist the worn-out cliché, something about the best of both worlds. So often the domain of the television commercial: the pitchman, the shill, the Read more

  • The Cold, Cold Winter Rose

    The lovely daffodils of spring grow up far too early I suppose.Their beauty shines so brightly in their neat untrammeled rows. But those flowers first to blossom are those fastest yet to leave.Their fragile stems succumbing to those greedy, grabbing weeds. The tulips shoot directly aiming upward toward the sky.Their beauty’s simply stunning as they Read more

  • Puppeteering

    Tiny puppet masters prop themselves up just above the other toys, the playthings elite. For they are special, certainly better than the rest. Superior grins stretch from ear to stenciled ear,adorning hollow faces. They rise, then bend and dip in such lifelike motion. Well-worn joints creak and moan as they bow, then rise again.Believing, without Read more