Sitting in the carport, drinking a beet smoothie, A cinnamon Elk with a bucket on his antler looked at me truely. Coming from the Bayou, I’ve never seen an Elk before, my stomach tremored, my mouth went dry. With my elbow I knocked off the…

Out back of the carport the bayou quivered with mayflies and June bugs and mosquitoes looking for love. A normal summer night in the south. A bare yellow lightbulb sputtered on the porch. We bet our meager allowances on how much longer it would last….

Never the pretty one, Or the popular one, I was made fun of often. Teased for how I looked, How I talked. I became extremely self-conscious, More aware of my appearance than I should have been. At all times, My hair was done, Make-up on…

Blackberry Brandy her name is Brandelyn, we all call her Brandi but he calls her Blackberry Brandy, a long cool name for the love of his life whose hair shines like a smooth sip of it when they sit on the beach beneath a full…

“Tea Time”   she sprinkles cinnamon into her tea cheeks flushed, beet red   from teetering on buckets to change the lightbulb out in the carport   sensing the the tremor of the trees, whispering in the bayou   spying the fray in the elbow of…

Down near the bayou, where the lightbulb bugs, don in their jackets of night, Can’t compare with the glowing of Gators eyes glowing bright. Don’t spill the bucket filled with beets; Go feed the cows instead with cinnamon to make it sweet. The heifers must…

Weak Feeble Minded Gullible Thinking everyone has the best interest at heart Never understanding the monsters we fear Are the same ones we hold so dear  

Cursed with Nightmares, of which unseen Lie horrors that rival reality TV Fighting through them is rough And every night my sleep is not good enough   But worse than that is the world of dreams Where everything is what it seems A life of…

tightened breath Released lunges Just ease Breathlessly   Holding Strong.

Bayou Beet coloured cheeks Cinnamon sands clothe us I touch your elbow as you gaze Tremor