I would have stood upon the mount and given her a wicker-weave-wedding-ring. That’s not exactly true. It was her grandmother’s engagement ring, and I had plans to conspire with her mother to get it re-sized for her fingers. She always said family was important to her. Smile like too-green-days, ‘n smell like spring-in-bloom. She was …
Continue reading “When you’re in love, you’re in love with a person. I learned this the hard way.”
Nah, nah, nahIt’s a shit-hole,but it’s my shit-hole, get me?Ain’t exactly somethin’ to be proud of,‘n I get that,but it ain’t like I’m parsin’ prose like poems,now is it? Imma just leave this unrelated image here for you to reflect on.’s called juxtaposition.‘n the ladies love it– (if by ladies I mean people who appreciate …
“It ain’t moonlight kid.”Tom drug me through the muck ‘n mire of the Mississippi. Water soured as we wandered into the Arkansas Delta; old bones ‘n guilt clutchin’.As it occured to me that I was drowning, flashes of history began to ooze up from the river-rocks. A first …
<p>Poetry is not the thesaurus in your hand,<br/> it’s not the magic in your heart,<br/> it’s not in what you drink,<br/> how you act,<br/> who you are,<br/> what you do with your life,<br/> it’s words on a page.</p> <p>Being a poet isn’t any different than being a person.<br/> Being a good poet isn’t any different …
In these past few days I’ve had more people in my bed. They’re sleeping. You’re happy, you’re happy with this. You’ve got those old home creaks in your deep breath sleep, that pilot light click and old pipe rattle, that old floor-board stretch and sigh and… That Mississippi flow, that arterial… Hold that timber in …
Continue reading “Sometimes I think God chants silently at night in the hopes that we are real.”
I work at a liquor store now, and my trainer carded me today because I apparently look a decade older than I am. Am I the picture of Dorian Gray? If I’m the picture of Dorian Gray, what happens if I kill Dorian Gray? Can there be only one? Will I become one with everything? …
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At our best, we were pouring cheap tequila into our sodas beneath the cafeteria tables in the middle of the week while loudly pontificating on the meaning of the spoon sculptures of our very quiet friend. This is commonly known as sleight of hand,and it’s why I know we were very good at running.
A woman I know lost her mother, and she longs for her on Christmas, I only know because for some reason she vented to me, Probably because I had shared my own piece of life a few days before, But that’s not right, is it? She shared nothing with me but a sense of unease. …
Lightning flash, and thunder’s at my back; I’ve missed, missed you baby. White-caps and lappin’ swells, the sky’s gray and green and black and yellow, and ain’t that, ain’t that Pecos Bill atop that tornado? Lightning and patter-fall drops. “Now, you turn the key ‘n wait for the light. That’s the glow plugs warmin’ up.” …
