February, 1946 – Columbia, Tennessee It was on Monday morning, February 24, 1946, about 10:00 A.M., when Bernice Coleman and her 6 year old son Beckwood walked approximately 3 blocks from their home in the Negro community to the center of town. Bernice Coleman walked to the center of town everyday, except Sunday, to shop […]
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Warren
A scene from “Position 6” Perry has left a package for Scott Coleman in the name of Beckwood. There is an awkward moment. The man extended his arm as a barrier in front of the woman, presumably his wife, who was walking next to him. She stopped as abruptly as he had. “Hey Maggie.”, he […]
Mona
It was the dumping ground for every idea without a time, and a portentous crash site for intellectual joy riders. Finding something there was like navigating through a strange city without a road map. Easy to get lost, but a good place to get laid. “Good morning, Sir” She was cute. Short blonde hair, petite Spring dress […]
P-Town
Things was friendly, then. By that time North and South, Democrats and Republicans, folks young and old where making peace with the civil rights, going on ten years. At first it seemed confusing and somethin’ risky. No one was sure how it worked. Like the Edsel. But, that piece of crap was gone. There was […]
A Message For Updike
He went in search of beauty this morning. Earlier, for breakfast, it was pork sausage, eggs basted and buttered toast. The cellulose casing cracked about the roof of his mouth as he peered curiously into the metaphoric adjective on the plate. Whether it came first, after or preceded some precedent was important for no apparent […]
PufferBelly
Inspired by: “Down by The Station” 20th Century nursery rhyme & childrens song Down by the station Early one morning There was little Pufferbelly Waiting in the snow. “Station Master! Station Master! Where is my package? Swifty Shippy is at the Cape. I can hear his whistle blow.” “Station Master! Station Master! Where is my […]
Blue
The taste of blue is a burnished weed anchored to the anointed mouth of a salty cove. Blue is not wasted on storms of flesh. Blue is the seamless edge of crescent moorings, a curious heteronym, the faith of suspended love. Blue moistens the waters of a distant cape, clings to cobbled memories, waits quietly […]
Ghost
What is found in the i of the pi, this transcendental ghost in righteous distress which evades indentured minds crusading upon the evanescent continuum of truth. Will pi raised to e reveal To Be as the definite cause or just an infinite pause? Is the root of two an insipid brew seasoned by tricks of […]
After You’re Gone
Our doors were not made of affectatiousWhims, frostless fires or artic mist.Days twisted the same parochial dance.Ignorance bore no remorse, but for years.From my door the shadeless spectre thattraces the shadows are still visible, though for an instant; then thesibilant silence whispers on. Today my door will open to theyesterdays of all tomorrows.Tomorrow my door […]
Letters
Black letters Red Yellow letters Brown, white. Letters with rigid respect Slip through pursed lips To periods pressed hard. Pay not to zee for zed The scourge of circumflex – Let Letters stand tall, Curved, oval stretched to clean, Dotted, comma as expected To abide perfectly aligned Amidst a muted scape. Châz
Regret
Fractured syllabus The American haiku Distant seasons cry