Arrival

creepy_creek_by_bugonawall-d3dy26bThe first place I looked was where the spring rounded the grove of oaks and began to widen into a creek shadowed by sycamores. The moss grew thick on the bare spots of earth where the sun only reached in winter speckles between branches. It spread across the rocks—outcropped on the edges of the creek and sunk into the bank sloping up to a path the deer and raccoon spent their lives making. Continue reading

Enjoy Art, Entertainment and High Tea at LGAA Fall Art Tour

ROMPoetry:

It’s This Saturday! Come to LG: Small-town heart & Big-town art

Originally posted on R.O.M.P.:

Willard Stone: "Something to Believe In"

Willard Stone: “Something to Believe In”

The Locust Grove Arts Alliance is hosting a Fall Art Tour that includes the Willard Stone Museum, the Gourds, Etc. Art Studio of Verna Bates and the Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry (ROMP). The tour will be Saturday, Oct. 18, from 11:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m., with a reception following at 3:15 p.m.

This is a fundraiser for the LGAA. You can buy your ticket in advance from any LGAA member or come to the VFW, starting at 10:00 a.m. to buy a ticket. Tickets are $5.00 per person.

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Enjoy Art, Entertainment and High Tea at LGAA Fall Art Tour

Willard Stone: "Something to Believe In"

Willard Stone: “Something to Believe In”

The Locust Grove Arts Alliance is hosting a Fall Art Tour that includes the Willard Stone Museum, the Gourds, Etc. Art Studio of Verna Bates and the Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry (ROMP). The tour will be Saturday, Oct. 18, from 11:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m., with a reception following at 3:15 p.m.

This is a fundraiser for the LGAA. You can buy your ticket in advance from any LGAA member or come to the VFW, starting at 10:00 a.m. to buy a ticket. Tickets are $5.00 per person. Continue reading

Down the Road

My notebook of old typewritten poems

My notebook of old typewritten poems

Is this a dream or not, I’ll say
Sitting in the dark
With a magazine in my hand
And the harmonica on the floor
By my socks
The war outside continues
Constant crashing, breaking
The drip, drip of the melting icicles
As they fall softly to the ground
To the snow
Put on your boots and go outside
Crash Continue reading