Month: January 2014

Where I Come From

for Mom Stories are a part of my life because of her. They are a part of everyone’s life but not so vividly, Nor so intimately, as they are in my life Because she valued story and books and poems.  We took the station…

In the Lake

The catfish are the Bozos of the bottom, Blundering from ledges, bumping into me, Their whiskers slashing my skirt into circus pennants. Their heads are rocks split across the middle, Mouths opening slowly as if levered. They are ugly and regal and harmless, Even…

Odd-Job Woman at Odds

It is time to make a living via poetry. Well . . . sort of. I have two weeks left at my full-time job at the rock quarry before I get laid off. I teach part-time for meager wages at two colleges, and it’s…

Arts in the Community

Many of you know that I grew up in the small town I now live in. I graduated from high school in Locust Grove in 1980 and went to various places, none far away. In 2005, I moved back here and began teaching at…

Work Order

We are old and the year is new. I pull glass dust from my hairline While you don one more layer or two, Head into winter to finish on time. Come with me now into the new land Where moon music reverberates into day…

ROMP Shop

The year 2013 ended auspiciously for your humble curator. On Dec. 24, I  learned I won a grant for the museum from the Popular Culture Association. Two days later, I was run over by a semi-truck and lost my lovely Black Panther (Ford Ranger)…