AIN’T IT GRAND

Ain’t it grand? muddy waters, delta deep, catfish frying, jambalaya boiling, sugar cane bending from warm thick passing, southerly breezes.   Ain’t no denying music in the soul, gotta get out past mamma Jem into icy pans where beers waiting and whiskey calls with cool drops to sooth my hots.   Girls deep dancing, and … More AIN’T IT GRAND

Deep rivers are the people of thought. Voice streams pass overhead, rippling the vision, until the cause settles down. The growth of me, my trees and the ground of my past spreads branches over my roots, shading a slow path. I am a shadow. A gray imprint on a landscape of color. A bridge from … More