The Simplicity of Life…
The human race has many possessions; as time has spawn generations of collectors where material gain has become an obsession…
Rickety Ole Man
A hot southern sun hides behind the willows on muddy Flint Creek, cotton pickers sweat falling on parched lips taste like salty brine while they wait for the Ole man to call “quitting time”…
Disappearing into Hell
Growing old, no splendor to the body, luste has disappeared from aging eyes. Vanished beauty unavoidable, shaded looks from an old lover causes the soul to cry…
Thanksgiving Memories…
Sharp as a diamond was my mother’s tongue, no expression in the face she wore, set frame of mind, her last wish for me a lifetime of foreboding left me in dread; it lives on from her deathbed…
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