Arthur

Arthur I recall my poor uncle Arthur sitting on the stoop drinking vodka. Aunt Martha pulled a shiv; said he just couldn’t live, then she boiled his cirrhotic liver ©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins

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Skat A

Date: 6/2/2015 11:11:00 PM

Kathryn, Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. SKAT love

Keith Bickerstaffe

Date: 5/29/2012 9:44:00 AM

Funny, but with a 'shiv' in the tail... alcoholism is the killer of self-restraint and control. A disease that can lead to death, and grief for the ones left behind. Well done, Kathy! Love, Keith

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/29/2012 8:48:00 AM

I wonder if she replaced that diseased liver with something else.. enjoyed...(( poor uncle)) xox~pd

Patrick Cornwall

Date: 3/26/2012 10:16:00 AM

lol@Aunt Martha boiling Uncles liver

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/16/2012 9:54:00 PM

haha, I remember this one too.