I sit with legs spread wide a piece of chicken in one hand a spoon to shove rice and stew into my mouth in the other   All the Christmases in my lifetime none comes close to the ones spent with grandma in the ancient…

Hour 9, Prompt 9   January Tracks   Come January when family’s tire tracks are frozen in the drive And the cookstove pumps its heat through his roughshod shack Wind whistles lonely hollow along the edge of camp And mem’ries come quick on its melody’s…