Birth of a Hurricane

It’s steamy in the southern Keys tonight. Her air is thick. She tastes of salty fog. A quiet’s fallen with no birds in sight. Her ocean swells; she’s pregnant with resolve. Her palms turn, twist and wave a hula skirt fall quickly back as wind subsides beneath. She hesitates; a flash begins to flirt; as…

Read More

The Blue Grass Trailer Park

The Blue Grass Trailer Park The Blue Grass Trailer Park. A crowded court where sis and I grew up; played in the sand. Where summers were a hopscotch and cavort while list’ning to the sound of Dorsey’s band. Our home a cosy space for count of five. A closet kitchen with three rooms beside. A…

Read More

A Dose of Castor Oil”

A Dose of Castor Oil A dose of castor oil was once the trick our fathers often said we must imbibe. Then gagging does embrace the mucous thick as down it goes so foulness may not thrive. A stuttering, red evil here is strewn as AR Fifteens shatter all the love. We need an antidote…

Read More

“There May Be Dragons”

Photo by Jacqueline Casey There may be dragons in that soul-less flight where harpies;  hovering aloft her bed, born of a spell that chills the wicked night and winters in her heart some unknown dread. There may be dragons in the hate-filled gloom: a whistling as the icy wind now drones. As thundering is heard;…

Read More

Happy Birthday To Me

Still, happiness is candles flickering…

Read More

“Mother Eclipse”

Mother Eclipse The morning doves now pause their cooing, grand! The infant’s little lids close heavily. All nature yawns at fading of their land while green has turned to black too instantly! How must our father’s fore us felt when torn: their brightest sun is sprinkled on black leaves. Like little half-moons dance about the…

Read More

What Price, Greed?

Collectibles may grow a certain breed: an acre valued less than seed that’s sown? Each bulb now has a name and so, his seed but options taken stead of tulip owned. The futures market needs an early bloom. Morality is lost on rainy days yet ministers may preach as buyers swoon: “Eternity’s rewards: value delayed!”…

Read More

The Hankering

“The Hankering” Then suddenly September rain comes down. The green peas whisper to the thirsty corn: “New seasons yearn before your silk turns brown. Some nameless hand will bend you one dark morn!” From Miller’s Pub, our hero drains his beer. His dream: to leave this red-clay country life. But not before the dinner bell…

Read More

A Frosty Love

  It seems I’ve lost my way amidst your chill. Was only yesterday our love abloom but your intemperance a wanton spill of words as cold and listless as the tomb. I’ve wasted quite away from your cold draft. A sullen gray has settled on my head and you, your frozen pauses, seem quite daft. My…

Read More