Under The Piano

Last May at the First Methodist services over, their long remembered paths crossed for the last time, she, eighty-eight and regal in white cotton socks, he, rail-thin, precise in a preacher’s suit. For years they had walked this way. Today…

Come Rushing, Spring

Come rushing, Spring! Do not tiptoe in. Ride-on shimmering wings of a morning sun. Your perfume should be called Freedom-its essence romances the mountain air- like a French lover. Come rushing, Spring! Shower us with those little rain songs To…

What Curse Is This

When hearts hold pain- till there’s no room. A coldness steals The spirit’s bloom- Crushes…as though To kill at birth, It’s very being, It’s message worth. When petals fall- Thoughts instill, A darkened mood, A bitter will. What curse is…

Slow Learner

She wrote it in his yearbook, He only smiled. She wrote it in long letters To Viet Nam. She wrote it in her heart, Her promise sang. She wrote it in her eyes, Words never came. She wrote it in…

They wore Summer home like a flag, new generation patriots baptized in the dust of D.C. Shirt-tailed by Lincoln’s ghost, their covert glances behind expected sudden resurrection from a too short bed. A story not allowed to die. Seven years…

Little Deer Running

Her trail of tears ran deep It seemed always the soul knew thirst Moccasins left driven prints As freedom fell behind Pride rode a phantom horse Upon a land no longer theirs It was the Moon of Moving Shadows Riders…

Old Charlie

Old Charlie lived right across the road from us in a tiny, tarpapered shack. Resembling a boxcar in size and having been  originally built to house cotton, it had reeled there on the same cinder block pillars for forty years or more… before he made…

A clown is made of many things Colors bright, and gaudy rings And big black shoes With psychedelic strings A clown is made of many things A clown is often at his best In floppy hat, tattered dress While working…

Ms. Alice's Obsession Takes Possession

It happened when she was twenty-four, a sudden knock upon the door and when it was opened, standing there, a policeman with sad-official stare. “There’s been an accident,”  he said, and laughter left her heart for dead. His shaking hand…

Soothsayer

Strange, summer day, sophisticated shop, stirred voices under dryers, droned stories about a woman who can see the future, reveal the past. Thirty-five dollars, they say, she lives three blocks away, phone her. I am one of four women who…