December 2020 Writing

What Lives in Me

My Mamaw was tomato dumplins and nine youngins proud dirt floor but we ain’t poor proud Kentucky bluegrass and get off your ass proud   This ain’t no elegy this is what lives in me   green hills horseshoe the cabin down the holler Papaw’s coon dogs forage on...

The Waning Light

Weariness is grey smoke choking on snakeskins of youth. Deflated heart, once ripe as the harvest moon. Loved on, tended. Blessed in stone cathedrals with silky stone floors and barren pews. Muffled eyes peer in space. Time is a tinkered thought. Lacey snowflakes bury...

Turning Around

Turning Around Effective Dec. 19, 2020 The playground at Paynes Creek Historic State Park is now open for public use. 11,682 new cases of COVID-19 are officially registered in Florida.   Any of us just replicas of old forts some Spanish, some against each other,...

All things family

‘Can’t say what happened between conception and five’ Koll jokes. ‘Six, they send me off to school, and eight, it all blows up.’ Koll’s attributes are negative from here out. Small town. Everybody knows. Hellos of relatives push through like ice. Happy Holidays. ‘Not...

Bloodied My Favourite Turquoise Blue Kicks

Please don't feel obligated to put notes to all of these or any of these. If something stirs or moves or you see something that could help me find the next draft. I'd really like to read some work from all our peeps in here. Wishing everyone a happy and safe holiday...

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