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The Boxing Ring in the Grand Ole Opry

    The Boxing Ring in     the Grand Ole Opry Just how would you react if someone told You some unbearable new truth about Your mother, that she dreamed of that fool’s gold, Yep, country western stardom?  Far too stout To be a stellar triumph in that field Or any...

Burdens of Light

          Burdens of Light The silences of country life are more Like shades than sounds.  So quiet that they seem Like pastel tints in watercolors or The light beneath acanthus leaves we dream. Those silences are more like mist at dawn Above a pond than like a lack...

Contemplation

         Contemplation The realm of freedom grows not so much by Subjection of the space around it, folk Beyond its current reach, domains that lie Inside a strongman’s dictatorial yoke, Or lands held down by Holy Books’ control— With cannibal-like...

Breathing Death

Breathing Death   The pink magnolias creased, bruise-brown, well nigh Immediately in springtime air.  The breeze Came blustering and wrinkled in the dye Of death on unsuspecting trees. Of course they will not die, not yet, nor yet These fleshy blossoms opened...

A Garden Variety Tory

    A Garden Variety Tory I know a man who tells the people in His carpool all about the previous night’s TV, and of the biscuits and the gin He found on special offer, and the fights Between his children after they are sent To bed.  Of course, the...