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Evening Poem, February 2, 2022

I recently had a conversation with an old friend who had just bought a copy of the novel I published over 20 years ago. I hadn’t looked at that book in a very long time, so I picked it up … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, February 2, 2022

(I actually wrote this one a long time ago, but I remembered it lately and, after all, it is Groundhog Day, so let’s do it again.) – The people of Hot Springs, Arkansas Don’t have no cares about nothin’ at … Continue reading

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Afternoon Poem, January 19, 2022

Pappaw kept a lettuce bed behind our house There was a little rectangle of soil between the back wall and the alley Shaded almost every way He dug and hoed until the dirt was fine as sand And rimmed the … Continue reading

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Afternoon Post, August 5, 2021

When Wendell Douglas come back from the war he looked to be about a foot taller.  He’d volunteered as soon as he was of age and shipped out right before the Allies took the beaches in Normandy.  He didn’t see … Continue reading

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Afternoon Post, August 23, 2020

The law was here an hour or two ago.  Wantin’ to know about that car that’s been parked over there by them trees. Been there for days.  I didn’t know how it got there, I told them.  They asked if … Continue reading

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How to Write Poetry

You must make the words roar like the ocean The reader has to hear them.  Not the syllabic pronunciation, But the noise of them.  The whisper and the moan. The words must hit so hard that they make the reader … Continue reading

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How to Write Poetry

You must make the words roar like the ocean The reader has to hear them.  Not the syllabic pronunciation, But the noise of them.  The whisper and the moan. The words must hit so hard that they make the reader … Continue reading

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Country Song

I walked down main street yesterday All the stores are gone away Boarded windows, bolted doors It isn’t what it was before ‘Cause once upon a time this place Was filled with God’s amazing grace . . People used to … Continue reading

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Country Song

I walked down main street yesterday All the stores are gone away Boarded windows, bolted doors It isn’t what it was before ‘Cause once upon a time this place Was filled with God’s amazing grace . . People used to … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, May 8, 2019

Now in early evening The killdeer fly close to the ground Just above the grass As if skimming across a lake or river Are they held low by the weight of the coming darkness Some grey gravity of death . … Continue reading

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