Golf townsand and spapines and pubscoddled traditions and legendsaround every corner My Grand-merealways spoke of azaleassparkles in her milky eyesand soft hands arounda pottery cup of chicory coffee another timeanother placeanother south This poem is a second one that I wrote for the photo, with the villanelle being shared on Tupelo Press’ website for thisContinue reading “Pinehurst”
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Can you hear the tales mountains tell?
Listen!In that smoky breaththere are a host of storieswritten in spirit lettersthat masquerade as cloudold stories like old ghostsdrawn up from the root of the world The tales are seeds nowtossed up with creative energyfrom moldy fern on weathered floorto the wind that still blows as itblew long ago when these roundedfurry hills were loftyContinue reading “Can you hear the tales mountains tell?”
The Poetry Patio 