The first thing that comes to mind re the Ragtag Community prompt is Hope is a Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson. I read this poem as a response (and a response I need badly) to the admonition that one must "Have faith to garner wings of an angel."
“What’s For Lunch,” Says Papa Bear
Young Alex had a head most aerate; and his buff was perfectly lyrate. But empty pate and curvaceous shape wasn’t precisely what the bear ate.
Love Weather This Winter
Chilly as after-this reception— Cold as a whenever shoulder— Frosty as forget-it’s smile— Frigid with never embraces— Glacial as if.
Cooking Up a Bad Poem
The way you mix feelings is you take a good old fashioned lie—no more than four pounds worth, drop in a good dollop of candied sentimentality, add a puppy dog, a baby, or somebody who died of a broken heart, mix it up with a good six pack of barley mash well fermented, pack the … Continue reading Cooking Up a Bad Poem
Of Logs, Splinters, and God
A man went to find God in an old forest. He walked for days through vast tracts of wood and meadow, until he came upon a rot-smoldering stump. He sat down on the stump as it seemed a convenient chair to wait for god. Well, he thought this could be the stump of the tree … Continue reading Of Logs, Splinters, and God
Two Ways of Looking at Fishing
Says the venerable rich man getting up from the table: “The best fish is the one that got away.” Says the scorned poor man watching his breakfast fry: “Fat men must live on lies.” An aphorism from the Lee side.
Once a Wise One Did Not Speak
Babble, and everyone will know a fool. Let silence speak, and you will be thought wise. Neither perception is true. But would you rather be thought foolish or wise? An aphorism on the Lee side.
Right Here!
Light a candle and place it in the wilderness, and you may find the candle again—but you will still be lost. Become a candle in the wilderness, and wherever you are is a right place to be. An aphorism on the Lee Side.
Collective for Cowboy
Irene's way was considered, by the cowboys she found in bars, to be both illiterate and effete.
Naming the Places
When I was a boy, even into my late youth, all I saw from yard of Mother’s house were fields and scrubland pasture. We named the draw that came down out of the hills behind of the house, Main. The three major draws that emptied into it, we called First, Second and Third. Dad liked … Continue reading Naming the Places
