She shows up like a slim Mae West wearing fringes and boots ten shades gone is the ingenue beneath a plethora of wild ringlets her…
Tag: countryside
I wake late in the nucleus of summer purple coneflowers with coppery spikes gleaming swaying in a solstice dance I have climbed through the brambles…
We are lost in this land down from Farm to Market Road golden sinking slowness behind us approaching Saturday night at the cafe. Catfish, ice…
Way back before the pretty girls fled leaving that bland country like a silk blouse ripping in the wind those scattered threads long thrashed by…