Here I am trying to track as many birds as possible. We want to beat the county that shall not be named. Go to the App Store, download eBird again, round up my binoculars, look for the tell-tale signs: mulberry splotches on the pavement bushes rustling. So what if I’m a novice? Early birds may…
Write it down write it off off the list to do mail package pack a lunch lunch with friends to do power walk walk the dog dog-ear page to do buy iron iron dress dress it up to do call doctor doctor plants plant a tree to do book the trip read the book time…
Six o-clock ante meridiem I rise if only so the long day can s t r e t c h like a country road languidly before me
I failed a calculus test, high school junior year. Failure was a furnace. Red blotches crept up my neck. Heat burned behind my eyes. I studied for that test; there would be a curve, I reasoned. Surely. After class, I sought solace. “How’d you do?” I asked. My friend’s mouth looked funny… secretive, sad. “B…
storm outside lightning strikes thunder rolls thoughts thunder anger builds resentment clouds disperse sun peeks through forgiveness
How I hate a sticky floor! (mopping up, a hated chore) What leads to the sticky spots? Glasses sloshing juicy blots. Fizzing soda, flinging bubbles causing all these sticky troubles. Powdered sugar, just a dusting turns from sweet to quite disgusting. Squelchy, squeaky soles of shoes play a tune called “Sticky Blues.”
Whenever someone says “No pressure but”, you know pressure: imminent
Granny said walk barefoot on the first day of May for good luck Papaw said my feet were too tender and it was true the gravel bit it dug in at first I hobbled and winced but when I made it to the pavement smooth, sun-warmed a prelude to summer I already felt lucky
you helped me find in my heart and in my mind30 poems, two floods, a paper boat, and a homemade costume.You walked with me, skipping over sidewalk cracks,comforting a weeping willow, laughing at a giver pushing a cart with a loose wheel.You led me to one green apple, one lone pine, three kindred spirits, and a garden…
Her name was Rennie. I called her Gran, my grandmother, my father’s mother,my best friend.She wore red lipstick and painted her nails. She loved Jesus, and diamonds,and my grandfather, and her two sons…and me.Every night, she whispered her prayers.She did not go to college, but she visited me at mine;she read everything all the time. She taught…