Morning, noon and dusk waters rush in Cooleemee Creek. Slippery rocks and noisy bugs will lick your feet and bite your toes. Muddy banks go on for miles. Rhythmically the water flows. A love-struck girl crossed Cooleemee Creek...Read More
My great grandmother was Cherokee; a preplanned life when she was born. Worked the farm of her Irish husband growing potatoes, carrots, cabbage, corn, living tempestuously. One photo survived decades: Dark wrinkled skin...Read More
Most times I travel to see this stunning land lying peaceful, silent and serene as April departs her with a kiss. Poets rightly wrote of her musical streams and lakes. The hills hold a church-like, cloistered way of life. ...Read More
The morning was both warm and chilly as clouds moved randomly across the sun. My three grown children, Jesse, Jake, and Karen, along with Jake’s daughter Annie, had gathered with me for breakfast at an outdoor cafe. Just one...Read More
Birds wake Udo, my German Shorthair, each morning with the original form of the tweet. Six octaves lower, he sings duplicating “The Sun God’s Lament” Together they proposition a new day as I search for shirt,...Read More
Back when circuses were still fun, the big ones always had a clown car which stopped in the center ring illuminated by a single spotlight. Clowns kept jumping out; even the littlest kids understood it was a trick, but we all...Read More
Finally, I was able to say that I wanted to be a poet even though I understood that I would be trying to take off on a short runway. The nightmares started immediately: accelerating down that runway but never fast enough to get...Read More
The first bath that I remember was at the hands of my older sister. My mother was glad to delegate her child rearing tasks. It was an old bathroom in the city with white tiles covered with thin black lines, varicose veins,...Read More
Ever since Willy Two Horse had been elected as the Tupai Tribe’s President, its Board Meetings kept getting closer and closer to the designated starting time of two o’clock. The latest meeting got underway at 2:37 PM, less than...Read More
The blurbs on the back of the travel book In the free bin outside the secondhand store Made the book sound affable. The man Took it home with him as a possible pal. The volume was by a male. Happy to sit In his favorite chair by...Read More
Yesterday, rain kept people from the pocket park Where I abide. But then the sun came out And my perambulations on cement near his feet Caught the attention of a tall old man who, Testing a green wooden bench to find if it was...Read More
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