Dreams from the Wood Porch

‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’   A stirring of rust colored leaves rise ethereal with clay dust, as the girl child dances under the hazy sun of the afternoon heat. Not yet Angel gold dipped in sin and prayer, her tinkling laughter is matched by the cicada drone that beats with hypnotic fervor. He rocks… Continue reading Dreams from the Wood Porch

‘Slippin Creek is Just a Stone’s Throw’

  I’m my Mother’s shiny girl child when she left me here I’m the seed of love from my Father, distant watcher; proud of my growing My Grandmother spoke to me on the last hour of her death bed; Child don’t take money for things undone and things that should not be done. Boy, don’t… Continue reading ‘Slippin Creek is Just a Stone’s Throw’