by Editor | Apr 3, 2017 | Poetry
As the sun descends, Purple and orange paint the beige colored clouds, wine dark blue cloaks the background. Run along the troughs of the wheatfield, and get closer, a wide screen in view, like the panorama of an old drive-in movie, the soundtrack cicadas and...
by Editor | Apr 3, 2017 | Poetry
Pimento cheese and bologna sandwiches folded in wax paper, cold fried chicken, courtesy of my mother. Schlitz on ice for dad, grape soda for me, a quick stop at Pete’s for night crawlers, our Bass tracker wearing its chapped tarpaulin skin hitched to the pickup....
