A slow rain falls and thunder rumbles, its sound waves rolling over tree tops and through glass and concrete. Inside, wet dogs lie and coffee percolates. I pull the soft plum fleece up to my chin, dozing to the plink of fat raindrops on the roof. Continue reading Morning Meditation
pollen falls like golden rain tiny wrens flutter green fingers wave good morning Continue reading Morning Meditation
All night long she keeps one eye on the tables, one eye on the stage and her third eye on every sweaty hand that wanta creep up her skirt. Wearing a skirt’s a bad idea in a place like this but the manager says if she can’t show a little leg then he’ll show her the door and she needs the tips the sweaty ole hands drop on her tray. It’s the wee hours of the mornin’, Dixie Delicious is dancin’ up on stage with some big ole white feathers hooked to her arms, floatin’ around her head lookin’ like … Continue reading What’s Shoes Got to do With It, Part 2
sunlight twinkles on dewdrops cat stretches her legs a new morning unfolding Continue reading Morning Meditation
I want wine but I drink water. I want to hold your body so close and so hard that your breath is forced from your lungs and only by sucking it into mine will your life be spared. I want wine but I drink water. Continue reading Death by Desire
I don’t need to hear you say “I love you”, I want to know you do by the look in your eyes, the touch of your hand, the way you listen when I talk. I don’t need candy, flowers, diamonds or trips around the world. I only need you to be there during my darkest hours when I cover my head and wail like a lost child because life has left me bereft. I need you by my side when it counts: when the hurricane is coming, when loved ones die, when friends desert, when I fall into the biggest, … Continue reading February 14
It’s a happy day! Today I have work on Metazen and in the February issue of The Dead School Mule of Southern Literature. On top of that I just received an acceptance from Dew on the Kudzu for “2 Worlds” which will be published on February 16. February is shaping up to be my month! Continue reading Published
The outsiders blew into town drivin just a little too fast in their fancy foreign car laughin at our roadside yard sales and our little café, Lita’s Chicken Shack, where you can get a blue plate special of turnip greens, sweet potatoes, cornbread, your choice of three meats, sweet tea and a slice of Lita’s caramel cake every Friday of your life for $5.95. They stopped and nosed around the 45’s and the LP’s thinkin we wouldn’t know a “vintage” Blues record if it hit us in the face but, truth is, we’re the ones been singin that tune since … Continue reading 2 Worlds
A chestnut horse rides better bare-backed with sun burned hands giving him his head, mamma said you couldn’t come in the house when she was workin’ but she didn’t say I couldn’t go out. Beans grow fast, most morninins I go out and pick ‘em, being careful that they’re filled out before I pull ‘em from the vine. Sometimes I’m not sure so I leave ‘em and worry they’ll grow old and dry before the next pickin’ and something bad’ll happen to me for my misjudgment. I like to watch when you curry your horse, brushin’ him till his coat … Continue reading Thirteenth Summer
Bring pink roses to scatter in my bed and we’ll grind them into the sheets leaving pink stains of lust.If you forget to remove the thorny stems and they pierce my back, it’s ok. Pain and love are one. _____________________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub. Continue reading Pink Roses
