Hold fast you bent and loaded boughs As winds, the seas, so perilous, arouse My time, money, and hard-earned sweat … Continue reading Hold Fast You Bent and Loaded Boughs

When I was a graduate student at the University of Georgia in the late 1990’s, I took a population ecology … Continue reading Near Encounters With A Southern Sage

Three thousand miles, a river, and a mountain range separate me from my home All I am and all I … Continue reading Homesick

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