Last Friday of Summer

I feel like it was someplace obvious, and then, nowhere at all. The badgering memory of that same temperature many Augusts ago before the wedding on the bluff, through imaginary associations that give Alice in Wonderland a run for her money. Ah, there it is. The endless cleaning, mopping up the mess. That was a … Continue reading Last Friday of Summer

The 25th

was my parents' anniversary although they eloped in March if that same year (1951) in March, so they could, you know... 38 years later a bitter divorce that wreaked havoc in the regulated insanity of the Walker lineage.  We lost our family home, which everyone always said hit me the hardest because well, I spent … Continue reading The 25th

The Monday Morning Confessional

I thought that might be a good name for an early morning radio show, across the country, call me and tell me about your weekend, I tend to sleep on weekends and get up at 5:45 a.m. every Monday -- force of habit. Country girl, has chores to do, always. The idea started as this: … Continue reading The Monday Morning Confessional

Bruises 

thinking of you in the final throws  There'll be none of him no more I cried for him on the kitchen floor I cheated myself  Like I knew  I would 

It is with mixed emotion

so much is rolling through my head like all the truth left unsaid 

as a writer, you should not judge 

As a man you know who is right and who is wrong. You have to make decisions and enforce them. As a writer you should not judge. You should understand. Listen now. When people talk listen completely. Don’t be thinking what you’re going to say. Most people never listen. Nor do they observe. You should … Continue reading as a writer, you should not judge 

Lullabies of butterflies 

And then she left. No one gets over a selfish mother.  It takes more time than one life's got To mend Such meaninglessness  So the poets  And the painters, The doctors and  the pastors Rush bedside  To eulogize the moment  of your  Enlightenment  in passing Gentile still Mother goose with a quill sings your story … Continue reading Lullabies of butterflies