ideal Sunday Morning

May 24, 2020

My ideal Sunday Morning?

My love turns over and asks me to spoon them and we fall back asleep like that. When I blink open, I see the back of their neck, their triangle of freckles, shoulder blades, which is my favorite place in the world. The coffee is good. We drink it outside while the dogs chase each other around the yard. We’re dog-sitting someone else’s pup, of course, so there’s at least four here today.

One of us plucks at an instrument while we talk to each other. We both took the day off so there’s no rush. The news is good today, something hopeful, something we can believe in. I’m making breakfast and they’re hungry. It’s all I need.

Megan Falley
Interviewed by Katie Clark 9th October 2016


March 15, 2020

Irish Viagra

September 29, 2019

An Irish woman of advanced age visited her physician to ask his advice on reviving her husband’s libido.

“What about trying Viagra?” asked the doctor.

“Not a chance” she replied. “He won’t even take an aspirin”.

“Not a problem,” said the doctor. “Give him an Irish Viagra.”

“What on Earth is Irish Viagra?” she asked.

“It’s Viagra dissolved in his morning cup of coffee. He won’t even taste it. Let me know how it goes,” he said.

She called the doctor the very next afternoon. “How did it go?” he asked.

“Oh faith, bejaysus and begorrah, doctor, it was terrible. Just horid, I tell ya! I’m beside meself!”

“Oh, no! What in the world happened?”

“Well, I did the deed, Doctor, just as you advised. I put the Viagra in his morning coffee, and he drank it. Well, you know, it took effect almost immediately, and he jumped straight up out of his chair with a smile on his face, a twinkle in his eye and his pants a-bulging. Then, with one fierce swoop of his arm, he sent the cups, saucers, and everything else that was on the table flying across the room, ripped me clothes to tatters and passionately took me then and there, right on top of the table. T’was a nightmare, I tell ya, an absolute nightmare!”

“Why so terrible?” asked the doctor. “Wasn’t the sex good?”

“Freakin jaysus, it was the best sex I’ve had in me last 25 years, but sure as I’m sittin here, Doctor, I’ll never be able to show me face in Starbucks again!”

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Another Sunday –

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