Tag: The Wood Shed Writers

• A Kairos Moment

  Aug 5

  I was seven and on an errand for my Nana. I left the house in its usual bedlam, my brother… more ›

• THE SPILLWAY Pt. 2

  Mar 3

  Part Two (Part One Linked Here.) Jimmy went on. He told me about lining up for beatings administered by their… more ›

• THE SPILLWAY

  Feb 23

  Part One My scout, a local investigator who had gone ahead of me into the breech, warned me that I… more ›

• Tricke or Treate Royale

  Feb 22

  “That must be them. Four of them, yes, but now they’re just sitting in their car.” Quint  whispered out the… more ›

• LASTING

  Feb 3

  Rose of Sharon budsWindblown and scatteredAt the peak of their beauty,Delicate veined andDying.As children we oftenCaught bees inside themPinched open… more ›

• STANDING

  Feb 3

  She stands insideThe doorwayArms outstretchedBack aching to archOne stepAnotherShe standsWithin the doorwayHer hands against the frameArms flexedAnticipates the birdWhose outstretched… more ›

• FLYING HOME

  Feb 2

  Hollow boned necks crane.Beaks preen, wings stretch, talons clench,Knees flex backward.They do not fly.Squirrels chatter a glottal warning:The sky is… more ›

• Hot Pillows and Cold Potatoes

  Jan 20

  Over the hills and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go.“Hey Fred, look out at the hills along the… more ›

• PROLOGUE

  Jan 19

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• Soul Tone

  Jan 18

  this poem is about the kitchen, it’s about an ancient, seasoned, cast iron skillet so black, so deep, one should… more ›

• Where it all began and ended

  Dec 6

  (A tribute to my father) The slightest smell of evaporated milk takes me back to a favorite childhood memory; I… more ›

• Delusions are lies that tell the truth

  Dec 3

  Earl watched the smoke dissipate around the bare light bulb. “It’s only when you can be totally open that nothin’… more ›