Zinfandel, Couple, Owl
He sees her and time stops. Unconsciously he preens, puffing up his chest, as young men everywhere will do. She is lovely, bright and showy, done up with red and white. She’s hard to miss. He reacts immediately and is quick to go to her side. They meet for the first time in a meadow on Martha‘s Vineyard and their spring romance is a sweet one. Read the rest of this entry
As published in “The Valdosta Magazine” in the Summer 2010 issue.
Do you remember Grandma’s farm? My Grandma’s farm was in Echols County, Georgia in an area known as Mayday, and it was a wonder. Watching a black-widow in the burn barrel out in the back field. Picking up snake skins out of the tall golden grass, counting the rattles and then checking all over because he might still be around. Memories of the farm. Read the rest of this entry
Birds, Waffles, Shenanigans
She sits at the kitchen table, almost nine o’clock at night, listening to her 16 yr. old daughter and her boyfriend giggle while they wrestle in the other room. The bedroom door is open, they are just playing, and she could hear them talking and laughing all the while. No shenanigans are being attempted tonight. Just two kids having fun with each other. The television is off, no music either. Just two kids. It makes her remember what it was like, that young love. Read the rest of this entry
flamingo, knight, loupe
Carolina Hayes pulled her feathered, electrified and bedazzled headdress off and put it on a shelf in the back of the dressing room. Jessica Martin and Arlene Treanor were nearby, doing the same. They all sat and took off their strappy sandals with the 4 inch heels Read the rest of this entry
Mistake, Chocolate, Whale
The small bell over the front door jingled merrily. People had come and gone all morning, ordering cakes with everything from crowns to whales to Barbie dolls on them.
“Hello, welcome to Baking Babes, how are you today?” The owner, Candy Owens, greeted the newcomers with a smile. Father and daughter, Candy thought. They favored one another.
“We would like to order a cake,” said the gentleman. Read the rest of this entry
Sock, Graduation, Football
I am an old man right now. I will be young again in a minute or two, just wait. There are times where I can see what I am becoming, when I remember who I am. But I lose them as quickly as the hound wolfs down his kibble when he’s been outside hunting all day. Just, gone in a second.
Losing memories, one at a time is like a punishment except I don’t remember to worry about it most of the time. Read the rest of this entry
Copious, Superfluous, Latrine.
Music blared from unseen loudspeakers as Truva Allen walked past the Ferris wheel. Row after row of lights lit the Midway. The lights were strung high on poles and attracted all manner of insects. They beat themselves silly against the hot bulbs then fell to the ground to be crushed by girlfriends who were “like, totally” dragging their high school boyfriends to test their strength and win them a teddy bear.
Truva was not one of the airheads. She was supposed to meet Matt here at eight but had come at six to look at some of the exhibits. Read the rest of this entry
Porch, Eagle, Binoculars
The old man sat in the old wooden rocker on his back porch all afternoon. His friends used to call him Red, due to the hair that used to grace the top of his head. It was mostly gone now, and what was left sure wasn’t red anymore. The friends were gone too, but he hardly cared about that. Red had a great backyard; it oversaw a small lake and part of a mountain range. Tango, North Dakota. About as far north in the USA as you can get without coming south again, he used to joke. You could hold a camera up out here and take a perfect picture without ever looking in the viewfinder. Read the rest of this entry