It does, actually. While the rest of the vegetable and fruit crops have been more than a little hurt by the abnormal North Carolina weather, we’re about to have a veritable shower of corn. I think it was the only thing that wasn’t bothered by the FEET of flooding all over my home county today. Continue reading
The slate black sky. The middle step
of the back porch. And long ago
my mother’s necklace, the beads
rolling north and south. Broken Continue reading
Maybe it’s a metaphor for growing up, or at least
growing up in the South. Because they were everywhere,
when I was little, “knee-high to a grasshopper,”
and now I barely see them flickering
in the trees out past the Wobbly Box – Continue reading
-Church people who spend a significant portion of their time trying to make you feel guilty are bad-news-bears. Guilt is toxic and anathemic to love.
-Enjoy life. That’s what it’s here for.
-There’s always at least one more awesome musician you’ve haven’t heard of.
-Watched pots never boil. (And forgotten pots boil dry.) Continue reading
So, our carbon monoxide alarm is beeping. Not a lot, not frequently, but tonight as Kiley and I were sitting in our respective bedrooms, separated by the living room/kitchen, there was a distinct and very loud BEEP. And then a few minutes later there was another one. Continue reading
We say we love each other. You twist
both pairs of our hands tight,
fingers curved and reaching, together
before you drift off Continue reading
There’s something about this phrase I love – like I could see using it as a title to a collection or something, whenever I get there. It’s been rolling around in my head for a while, so I finally had to do something with it. Continue reading