copyright Jeff Arnold
Even pawns can become queen. Just keep moving forward.
I may only be a lady-in-waiting, but over the years, across the chessboard, the queen has taught me everything until I am sure I know more than that hapless prince.
So one night I take a large pillow and go to the queen’s bed.
Just get to the end.
Regicide? No, promotion.
I put on the crown and march to the hall.
“The queen is dead! Long live your new queen!”
I don’t see Sir Geoffrey until he stabs his sword into my side.
I always forget how the knights move.
taken in Jeonju, South Korea
Is Water Chess Nuts?
Two men sat on the bench in the park, a controller between them that changed the water jets streaming out of the stone chess board.
“Knight to E4. Check.”
“E4? How is that check?”
“Your king is on F6.”
“No, that’s your piece, and it’s a rook.”
“But the rook is only supposed to be 1.6 meters high, not 1.9 meters high like the king.”
“That is only 1.6 meters. And see? It’s a straight stream like all the black pieces. The white pieces are more of a misty stream.”
“It looks misty from here.”
“It’s not. See only those three pieces aren’t misty: your king, your rook and that knight.”
“I have more than three pieces. Don’t I?”
“No, I captured the rest. Don’t you remember?”
“Are you positive?”
“Are you calling me a liar?”
At that moment, a group of squealing kids ran onto the chessboard and jumped into the jets of water. In an instant, the game was over and the men’s friendship was saved.