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His name was wrong… “Bob” Carr blue-collar job Bob sitting there with hair half-way down his back flannel skew-button..

You laughed. then left for a walkacross the countryside throughthe rough bark of trees and the jagged edges of rocks strung out along the bedof ..

We met in the icy watersof ablue lake one hot day in July. In that bright afternoon we splashed and grew close in the dark under someone'sraft...

In the shade of wild trees grew muscadine vines, and in our Tarzan youth we would swing out on them from the top of cliffs ..

An article on the internet says a recent review of roughly 100 studies notes that while caffeine enhances physical, cognitive and motor p..

BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN The song on the radio says it’s a crying shame and makes me remember when time was candy. On the be..

Sometimes the furnace burns low,and the embers slumber like a poolof dragon eyes, winking red. I get lazy when the fuel is too farawayto sto..

The sun opens his mouth and speaks with salt words scorched from the sea and has not yet said all he knows about that. He speaks ..

Sometimes at the edge of the pastureunder the forest eaves, the soft greens of spring slide through my eyesand paint the curves and shadows of ..

There are leaves and dead limbs at my feet. I can see my feet… They are mine aren’t they? We have come all this way, slogged t..