A new video of “There You Will Be” from Swamp Opera
“Don’t go round about it, if you’ve not got the point of it.”
“Sit a spell, quiet your mind then go after it.”
“Arms can reach across the ocean.”
“I’ve but one piece of advise. Laugh at yourself every chance you get.”
“The world is a small place with big hope.”
“Don’t think how you can impress your guests, thing how you can please them.” Continue reading
She was beautiful, standing there like a movie star, the sun twinkling in her hair, her mouth a ripe cherry. Honest, I can’t think of another way to say it.
She turned to look at the car roaring up the drive. That’s when he saw her. I saw him. If he had been walking he would have stumbled. His mouth actually dropped open. He was in love. I’ve heard of such a thing. I felt the impulse.
How did he know she liked raspberries in cream? How did he know she would walk a mile in snow for a book that had just come out? He did, though. I saw it, right there, like he would die and end his gorgeous young life, if she needed it. It was so raw I had to look away, only for a moment, though, because you can’t miss such passion, not in real life.
It’s authentic. It hurts in the bones that you aren’t the one he loves like that.
The slanting February sun
Wrapped in a grey furry blanket
Begs forgiveness for offering no warmth
She offers no golden stream
Of light that we might bask in
While sitting in the old,
Red chair in the kitchen
She offers no color to the day
That might distract us
While we make our last trip
To the post office
She only offers grey
All shades of grey
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There is a woman
Who lives inside me
She winks and takes
She says I need
To move out west
Where in the mountains
I might abide
Then she laughs
And twirls around
And says, “No, not
That way-but see!”! Continue reading
Crisp air was painting the ends of the maple leaves, turning them red, reminding everyone that summer is a trickster. She dallies all through June , July and August skipping around in the gentle rain, the summer sun, the soft winds, shinning down her long golden arms, only to take them away, leaving an early morning frost ice the tender lettuce, late tomatoes and pound the fragile flowers.
Gramp dropped small logs into the wood stove, heating the house and boiling the coffee. He was glad Shirley was still asleep because Continue reading
A chair at the window
A trunk full of dreams
A bed with a sag in it
And holes in the screens
Yarn all a tatter
Clothes in a box
Books in a corner
Doors without locks
Life is a moment
It’s raw and it’s pungent
It’s bitingly brutal
And tender as teardrops
We’re strong as the mistral
We’re soft as a sigh
Our dreams are our treasures
Our fears are our lies
So look to the dawn
In her pinks and her gold’s
This is all for our taking
So let it unfold
Shirley Jean and Gramp were sitting at the kitchen table in the early morning, eating oatmeal, topped with Gramp’s clover honey and wild blueberries.
“Gramp?” Shirley Jean said thru a mouthful of oatmeal.
“Yes?” He turned to look at her sweet face.
“Is today the day we go to the river for the rainbow trout?”
“Today is the very day. We will get our chores done, wrap our fly hooks, pack our gear, walk down to the river, and canoe to our fishing spot.”
Shirley Jean had a hard time keeping her mouth closed as she was chewing, because the smile on her face wouldn’t quit smiling.
Shirley cleaned the bowls and wiped the table, while Gramp set his wool slippers aside and pulled on his work boots.