I remember a large rock By the Oconee River Sometimes I’d go there for head-clearing And rest easy beside the … Continue reading Oconee River Rock

With his finger, he pressed down Impressing upon the biscuit with a hole for holding For syrup or honey, depending … Continue reading Pop Sopping Biscuits

A chicken-wire screen comes alive With the trembling from my heavy footfalls Upon grey boards worn by wind, water, and … Continue reading Mayflies in June

I was not a timid child. Quiet, self-conscious, is a better description. I wasn’t the best athlete on the field … Continue reading Swinging The Bat

In the early evening, we sit on the back porch at the end of another day thick with southern heat … Continue reading Hoping For Rain