These are fertile fields again. Rare oxen can barely make their plod way through the rich wet. It is time to beget and to feel like winners. Beaten grasses conceal the clay mud as it bulges and bubbles towards the sky. It is time to fly like these new showers. It is times like these […]Read more "APPROACHING"
No (I say) I am a painter’s pear still-lifed in dark shadow yet no fuller than any afternoon. What is certain is the turning and the turning will be done. Behind these curtains of flesh and skin meat goes from green to white to black. Feeding on the ripe is the key to it all. […]Read more "REMAINING MINDFUL"
EGO. Drop the E. GO. Go, go, go. We’re good to GO. Add a D. We get GOD. Good God. It’s that easy. Or is it? EGO pretends to be our friend. Remove the R. It’s actually a fiend. A veil. A buffer. A trickster extraordinaire. Ensnaring us with WANT. To WANT is to yearn […]Read more "IN A WORD"
Pass by Like an unimportant thought Given to a common moment. Two full days, ill-used, Misspent Somewhere between home and the market. Lost Like pennies Flung over deep water. Two long days of Autumn Let loose And left to roam on their own: They ran away from home. A pair of days Cast off like […]Read more "TWO DAYS"
Defined by flatness, Perhaps just something To get over, She stepped Singularly Past whitethorn And prickly pear Unaware Of an unobstructed View. [from the book, Hill Country & Other Poems, recipient of WILLA Literary Award, Finalist for Poetry, from Women Writing the West]Read more "HILL"
From down south and all around Where horehound thickens around the corral And bluestem weathers the rocky soil Cattle are driven through Stock Pen Crossing, There where the San Saba calls itself a river, And those who are tired wait under the pecans. Bring me summa that Son-of-a-Bitch-Stew! One of them might yell, being one […]Read more "COW CAMP COOK"
Fall, rain and fill the gauge Enough to count an inch or two While she prays for other things. The broccoli can’t keep its leaves With chicken hens stripping them, And the radishes just turned to bush. Might as well pull them up. Once things go, they’re gone. Get out the grubbing hoe and work […]Read more "FALL RAIN"
Brangus and Black Baldies move among the pear, Their mouths whiskered with stickers, red Fruit coming on the tips of the tasajillo. In the garden, fall corn begins to tousle and silk. The laying hens had to go. No good if they don’t lay. It’s simple, she said. Put one foot on their legs, the […]Read more "COLD FRONT"
Traveling the same one Keeps it clear. Until a storm hits. He never noticed that Bad spot before. That’s when things got muddy, he Remembered her saying. And now There’s no getting through. [from the book, Hill Country & Other Poems, recipient of WILLA Literary Award, Finalist for Poetry, from Women Writing the West]Read more "ROAD"