The Tookany Review Vol. II Fall/Winter 2006/2007

In this issue
 

Roberta Ball

Linda Barrett

Claudia Beechman

E Twan Crawford

Ed D'Ancona

Ruth Deming

Myra Edwards

Jan Felgoise

Jan Goldman

Marvin Thall

Edited by Deborah Fries

At this time, the Tookany Review
 is accepting only the work of
writers who are enrolled
or have been enrolled in
Cheltenham Adult School
writing workshops.

For more information about
 writing workshops offered by
the Cheltenham Township Adult School, contact:

Cheltenham Township Adult School
1414 Panther Road
Wyncote, PA 19095
Phone: 215-887-1720

 

 

 

 


 

Linda Barrett
Two poems

               


                 Fluffy Buttons

                
                         When you saw me approaching,
                         you lowered your little gray
                         cloud head,
                         sitting there on your tiny 
                         haunches,
                         looking up at me with that
                         helpless, vulnerable stare
                         as you were pinned down by
                         your black leather collar
                         to a chain linked to a stake
                         hammered into the ground 
                         of our backyard.
                         Your sad, forlorn eyes gazed 
                         up at me,
                         black as the buttons on the
                         suit of a condemned prisoner,
                         from behind those gray long 
                         curls on your toy poodle's head.
                         I came up to you  with my
                         latest  weapon:
                         a cardboard roll from some
                         paper towels
                         held in my pre-teen hand
                         You cowered from each blow
                         that you received from me,
                         your eyes blinking as the cardboard
                         roll hit you
                         Raising my arm again,
                         I readied myself to hit you
                         once more.
                         Suddenly, as I took aim again,
                         You raised your little head to me
                         and mutely raised your tiny fangs.
                         Each time that I tried to hit you,
                         You tossed up your little
                         toy poodle's head to me
                         and bared your feeble fangs to me
                         in an act of doggie defiance.
                         Such a sight startled me,
                         even from my still sinful
                         and degenerate soul
                         My mother, your only friend in
                         this crazy family,
                         watched the whole thing 
                         from our patio.
                         She shouted out to me:
                         "You bring your own problems
                         onto yourself!"
                 

 

                  @2006 Linda Barrett      

 

 
                         

 

 

 

 

 

 

Linda Barrett has spent most of her life writing. She says she's not going to make much money or fame on it but she likes it none the less. She has lived most of her life in Abington with her seventy-seven years young mother. She hopes to God that He will allow her to write some more.