“Everything changed the day Daddy left us and went off with Tillie Dugan, the one that worked down to the Purina Feed Store. Grampa took us in right quick, and that’s when Mama’s bitterness began spilling out, never stoppin’ ‘til we put her in the ground. Pretty soon after, little Mary went away too.
Read MoreTo disappear, light a match. From the flames
disperse ashes out to the campfire grounds, then play
the guitar until the strings break and bleed into your skin.
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Night in a Village by Sophia...
Read MorePatty Playpal wore my pajamas
tiny Betsy McCall bent her
jointed knees and prayed.
Dad built a wall of shelves for my dolls.
One day Dad bought a used pink station wagon
with his winnings from Las Vegas.
“Honey, you won’t believe what I paid for it!”
Scott pushed through the windowless door, leaning his shoulder against the burgundy wainscoting in anticipation of its heft. The door gave easily and he stumbled inside before righting himself. He could still feel the vibrations in his limbs, like those of an approaching train.
Read MoreI have seen this America from 30,000 feet
I have seen this America at poverties door
I have seen this America before the wars, after the greed and tears
I have seen this America make promise
an inner quest
all that thinking and figgering
choosing and re-thinking
ever notice about holding on
that you’re less secure
less sure-footed
Die, die, the Old Crow kept cawing. Was he talking to me? Here in the Old Poet’s Home, only I can hear him. Maybe someday you will too, when you’re older. Despite his contention, I must admit I admire the luminous sheen of his midnight coat.
Read MoreImagine a place where roots stay in water but the branches go up to the wild blue yonder. Sophie is 8 years old and lives in Maine. She likes to draw and write stories and...
Read MoreHow I got to this place
This point of confounding indifference
I know not.
