The only member of the King Lear. Glee Club and Dancing Society. Meets this morning on a bus stop bench. In the Kroger parking lot to perform. The Off This Mortal Coil Shuffle. His hair is ruffled,. While only his own fingers. Play on his xylophone ribs. He rises to scuttle crabwise among the Pontiacs. And Chryslers, peering into their windows. To sneer at the food wrappers and baby seats,.

Welcome to my reflections and meditations on our world of beauty and mystery. I hope that you find here a phrase, an image, or thought to carry with you on your way. These poems represent my evolving prayer in a world of beauty and mystery. My first book of poetry. Cover image by David Noah, Winterville, Georgia. Thursday, March 8, 2018. You may call them butter butts. You caught an idle glimpse. Looking out from the kitchen sink.

Taken by Steven L Fournier 2010. This photograph was taken by me on a cold January morning in 2010. The sun was just coming up and backlit the scene for only about 15 minutes. I had just enough time for two shots of this scene. This is a scan of the original print.

The poetry and ramblings of one Emily Katherine. Favorite Poets in Athens, GA. Poems, listed by title. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Follow Gut Punch Poetry on WordPress. For my parents; on journeys. I put off writing this poem. I kept waiting for the perfect words to arrive. Words I could gather in my cupped hands like minnows, hold them out to you,.

Friday, April 3, 2015. I long to think invisible thoughts. But without moving my head I see a white goat. A gray donkey a white horse marked by a brown leaf shape on one flank. A brown horse with a white face a black cow another black cow. A black and white dog a tawny long-haired dog. Yellow green grass skinned over a low slope. Tilting above the run-off creek at its bottom. Like a slow wave of red dirt punctured. By the gray lilac trunks of pecan trees. Bare of leaves but waiting with lifted arms.