Saturday, July 4, 2015

Southern Gothic

I buried a book
under a cypress tree.
Watered it with whiskey
and sweet tea.
It took seven years
to grow Tennessee;
now he twines through my half-breed hair.

Over there
is a fine Sunday suit

for dressing up all of Saturday's sin.

Over here under the cypress tree root,
Southern Gothic

rising again.

55 words for Kerry at Real Toads

Saturday, June 27, 2015

The Stacks

"I can see he's not in your good books," said the messenger.
"No, and if he were I would burn my library."
--- William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

Our eyes met in General Works.
We shared a smile in Child Psychology.
Halfway through Religion,
I learned his name.

Social Science was flirtation.
Language; infatuation.
By Geography, I knew
I'd never be the same.

We connected with Technology,
but I was Art and he was really
just looking for a little
Recreation.

In English Lit,we let go.
We're History, I know.
Philosophy and Porn -
my consolation.

Revisiting Kerry's (Very) Old School Challenge for Play It Again at Real Toads

Thursday, June 25, 2015

A Girl Is Born

to spit fire,
Mother.
To turn from some worm
of a man.
To be claw and beak
not his sweet, dark dirt
to flow through.

To bite the hand,
Mother.
To bite the hand that feeds her
in two.
To spit fire,
Mother.
To be
fire, Mother,
like you.

For Words Count at Real Toads

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Tiger Tale

I chased you like a tiger chases her tail,
and now I know
when a tiger catches her tail in her teeth
she can't let go.
Dizzy, spinning around the sun
all appetite and pride.
When a tiger catches her tail in her teeth,
she eats herself alive.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

Monday, June 22, 2015

My Voice

photo by Bert Stern

My voice
cracked on the high notes tonight,
but I danced fires in the floor.
The ballads swooned sugar and noir.
The door
more
than covered our bar tab.  My voice

carried the horns tonight;
my tits held the hecklers in key.
Now, back in room 123-
another drink
and a laugh.
We weren't good,

but we weren't half bad.

For The Mag

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Poetry Is Not Dead



Guess what book topped the Oklahoma Best-Sellers list last week?  Oklahoma Poems and their Poets!  And, guess which poet you know has a poem in that book?  Me!

Pick up a copy on Amazon (and check out the other books on my sidebar while you're there; just saying) and spread the word.  Poetry is not dead!

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Sunday Afternoon

Everything that needs doing is done
for now.
What might come rests
in stronger hands.
There is just enough light through the blinds
to trick a dream.
Just enough dark in my eyes
to succor sleep.

For Karin's prompt at Real Toads