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.
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.
The autumn wind was taking a stand and declaring summer to be over. She put on her best face, scudding thin clouds across the moon, baring trees of their coats, relieving folks of their hats and most of all whipping skirts and dresses around the legs of women daring to disregard her prophetic power of bitter sweetness.
On such a night, one lone figure, thick-knotted scarf, thin jacket, mid-calf skirt and tall leather boots, walking strong, knew where she was going and intending to get there. When she finally arrived she was breathless, heightened. Without speaking everyone knew something had happened. She refused to say but they insisted. “It was the Highway Man.” She gave in. “I saw him.” Trembling, saying no more, she poured red wine and sat at the fire.
They knew she was in love but they couldn’t understand how it came to be so.
One afternoon Little Shirley Jean watched as a car turned up the old road to Gramp’s farm. The car through up dust on both sides as it wound it’s way up towards Gramp’s house. Not many people came calling in the middle of the day so everyone stood watching and wondering if this was a good visit or bad. Continue reading
Standing at the forefront grinning
The dust a disembodied beast
I heard his thundering wagon approach
His grin like one diseased
I fell behind an ancient oak
His whip and laughter rang
The wind tore with sharpened claws
The trees bent in twisted pain Continue reading
There’s a county clerk that praises You for getting her out of jail. She won’t sign gay marriage documents for people who want to marry and she says You’re the one that condones it. Don’t mix You up in her falderal? But she’s pretty sure You’re leading the pack in the gay abomination thing. Wow! Did You just smack a table or something? That was seriously loud!
I’m just saying, You have a big reputation for being angry and turning it into a hurricane or something. Well, that’s the feed on Facebook. Feed. You know, what everyone is talking about. Continue reading