A Boy

A Boy

On a bicycle, no longer abandoned; like a stoop worker in the field, a brown faced boy shines with perspiration as he pedals, in immense circles, through the humid town. And through an iron gate; ‘Magnolia Cemetery’ the sign said. In curving circles grey...
Not Long After Dark

Not Long After Dark

He was standing on the porch with bare back damp from perspiration and his heart pumped so you could see his chest move. He looked out through the trees to his small bike wheels spinning more slowly with each rotation afraid to go there, moonlight scarcely being...
West Of Clarksdale

West Of Clarksdale

Cypress trees stand where the river curls south, they cast long shadows down the water. Insect songs fill each humid morning. Soft feathered egrets stand inside the shade. Sometimes they fly beyond the village long abandoned and in flood floated south. Now and then an...
Sister’s Porch

Sister’s Porch

I never can see its image nor recall trees now towering there. I do remember women, quietly speaking, circled, on a screen porch, shucking corn. There are few other sounds save wind; sometimes aunt sissy singing; sometimes a distant voice calling children to come...
South Into Mississippi

South Into Mississippi

My face is in the rounded window of a southbound greyhound bus. I am ten. four thin fingers and a thumb hold close a leather bag handed to me by dad. He kissed me. my Mississippi travels began, more or less in the custody of fanny emory, a friend, also headed south;...
A Love Letter

A Love Letter

You will notice in me, when i return, a slowness in rising from the couch. And my heart may beat so you can see it when from the room i walk along the lawn. I will not hire Lee Kilzoy and his band nor expect to dance snowflakes from the street or drink the bourbon...

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