River Bed (2014)

Kid ain’t wakin’ up,and that lightnin’ ain’t quittin’,and those drops keep fallin’.                 Mississippi smells of earth and summer,                got that undercurrent decay.                And she’s lickin’ them tree-trunks like supper’s comin’. Fade-in, raise the curtain, sunrise,lightnin’ kissin’ my cheeks, ‘n thunder trailin’ after.Come on, come on …

Reflections. (2014)

Thick muck mire and mud,chin-tuck nod that catfish there,                            big fucker, wouldn’t want to piss him off.One foot, front of the other.Same as life, same as anything.                                     Ain’t that, ain’t it so,                                   …

Casting Off (2014)

I dreamt them flood waters were risin’,I dreamt the deep was lappin’, lappin’ at me.     ‘n as them waves rise up,    I climb into this writer’s desk,                [old carpentry, without nail or glue,                deep, wide, ‘n solid.]    and downstream I go,    pen scritchin’, scritchin’ along.