Found ripe LSU gold fig Bulbous, open slightly With sweet drip Dangling there Slightly sexual Took in To wife who washed dishes Broke fig in half Put half in wife's mouth Went out Got another fig Repeated operation With halves and mouths Back out Reached up Plucked Enterprise apple Rubbed clear Took inside To wife… Continue reading An Evening W/o Articles Or Pronouns
Its getting dark earlier. The air cools quick. Fog rises in the usual spots along the creeks and in the valleys I pass on my way home from work. We've had a lot less days above ninety degrees than we've had the past few summers and it has been dry. The rains that started the… Continue reading Great God almighty yellow jacket, don’t sting me no more
We are creatures of routine And it feels nice to have my own tea again With our own milk And sit down in the familiar sounds Even if my wife rearranged the furniture while we were gone I'll be going through my notes this week But I didn't write much while we were away Mostly… Continue reading Looking For Poems & Ignoring the National Consciousness
The Amish man was missing half of a finger It was the pointer after the second knuckle gone He came with his family to survey the route A quarter-mile back through the woods to where the building will set There were eight of them in the minivan and not enough seats So they had a… Continue reading The Half-fingered Man
Out in the woods the duff is dry. The pawpaws have started to fall. There's a change that occurs in the woods this time of year. Some of the thickness comes out of the understory. It is a marked shift. Still, it is a time of spiders. And out in the pasture where the black… Continue reading Possum Up A Simmon Tree
Life is busy. And that ain't right. It's hard to take a few minutes and string some lines together in prose. Poetry is quicker. You can do that while you're driving. Don't know why its gotta be busy like that. Just trying to keep the people happy I suppose, and the animals are beautiful people.… Continue reading How’s your life?
Over the long holiday weekend, I gave two orchard walk/ farm tours. The second ended with four of us men standing around a pickup truck talking about all sorts of stuff: if we could grow good reishi mushrooms here, the fact that women can hand-milk cows better than men, how much more expensive organic feed… Continue reading Rooster, Keep Your Head on a Swivel
