lawnmowers burring
cicadas erupt from the ground
carcasses flower
lawnmowers burring
cicadas erupt from the ground
carcasses flower
Executed on the gallows, Sept 6, 1833
A roguishly handsome fellow was he
Arriving from France for the family Sayre
He worked for them as a common laborer
Antoine resented his work, his bed in the shed
It would not soon be long before all were struck dead
Beating both Mr. and Mrs. Sayre with a shovel
He buried them both in the manure by his hovel
12 thousand people were present at his death
The majority were women who saw him draw his last breath
True crime poetry based upon the real exploits of the bad men/ women found in history
man walks on the road
as a car crests the hill top
neither will give way
fried bread and hamburger
garlic, onions, cheese and sauce
cooking with my heart
tics coat my dog’s back
i pinch them off one by one
love should not draw blood
waiting in my room
bandcamp sales are not working
17 years in music
I think of all my favorites trying to stay alive during Covid-19
playing rummy again
trying to keep the cards straight
Alzheimer’s showing
my shelaighlee stick
rests easily by the front door
at hand for new guests
red paint on black tree
surrounded by privilege
the marked know their color
man sits on his chair
watering the sun-baked lawn
the riots are over