Why go back to the 1980s when you can revisit the 1970s? I wrote this character sketch on my cousin when I was about fifteen-years-old.…
Category: poetry
She walks in beauty or rather she once ran through the scorching farm fields heavy with crops Look at me, she would say swarthy, twiglike,…
In a drowned house water rushes through the corners of seams over pine floors, soffits and studs, stairs and rooftops flood water rises as cries…
It was right past the cream of mushroom soup when MeeMaw blasted by me with her new hairdo with a pink stripe in it too!…
This August day saturated in frost as the dark penetrates the light that sultry moon gliding and giddy with ravishing charm skirted briefly the path…
The fisherman is sun happy today and lake loopy He loaded his plastic container full of black earth and slithering night crawlers Balanced in his…
“Summer, it turns me upside down…” Magic – The Cars I love summer! I can’t even begin to tell you how much. I love everything…
The sky is on fire ruby red sunset streaked with desire as if painted fish swim the the mountains A path spilling from the hills…
“Where in the world did all those red Cannas go?” asked Aunt Agnes looking out her window. “The ones in the circle flower bed out…
After eight hours of cutting bargeboard and driving anchor bolts, Kevin walked down searing sidewalks. He approached the corner of 2nd and Folsom where he…