Posted by in Uncategorized The Boy, The Brave Girls A pregnant woman in pink Comes to the water Behind her a tiny girl In a yellow leather bikini Follows, talking to her friends And holding the hand of a Timid boy, her brother He loves being with the girls, tries To be courageous around them But the girls pull…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized 1 Up in the mountains where I’m from There’s a bald that old and round And from its top you can see the world Folks call it Naked Ground, yeah, folks call it Naked Ground 2 My grandpa Holloway loved to hunt coon, and he run beautiful black and tan hounds. Sometimes he would collect…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized Welcome. Welcome to the Pokeberry Creek watershed of the Haw River valley of the upper Cape Fear Basin of the Atlantic Ocean. On my way to the Conference on Money and Meaning I was speaking in my head to Dorothy Parker and she said: “If you wanna know what God thinks about money just look…Read more »
Posted by in Kitchen Outside my window is a whole world of Piedmont Carolina woods. Tulip poplar, red maple, loblolly pine, sweet gum, water oak, eastern red cedar, persimmon, winged elm, sweet sassafras, black cherry . . . These are the vertical lines that measure my daily life, teach and inform me. They house scarlet tanagers and cuckoos and…Read more »
