2:00

Up since 2:00....

Cold here but no snow

It is snowing in Oxford.

Wish i was home...
soon the light will come
this day will come and go..
waiting...
still wondering

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nashville

Y'all

Y'all know what?...

Pain's what brings ya home.

 

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Oxford Ms

11-26-11

Shotgun

cars driven by people sound fenetic on the dark dewy farm road

a dog barks his voice carries well on the leafless hillside over there

 

we almost hit a large Buck "Spike" last night on hwy 7 so beautiful leaping across the highway

the birthday cake in the back seat fell onto the floorbaord but was fine somehow in its container

 

just before dawn i walked out by the tree line near the house to the dry creek bed

at some point long ago water filled this and i wonder why it is never with water now

 

cats are mysterious as one of ours lies on her side waiting for me to rub her spine with my boot

she answers me with each stroke as i say her name "Maggie"..."Meow"...it never fails

 

the shotgun in the closet hasn't been fired in years and needs to be cleaned a "Sweet Sixteen"

passed on to my son by my father who kept his guns very clean and taught me to respect a gun

 

 

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A dream?

She hovers above him..

her bare feet dangle a few feet above the foot of the bed.
More beautiful than anything he has ever seen.
Silent and Other..
So what does a man say to an angel?.
to a Being of light?
"How goes it?", "What's up?"..
That's a strange dream Jim.
Jimmy sat down and placed his head in his hands..
I am not sure if it is a dream bro,
it seems real.
Does she say anything?
Nothing..she just hovers for a few seconds,
her wings barely moving..
she has a slight smile with very relaxed dark eyes.
Weird bro.
Tommy called for his Basset Hound Faulkner and walked to the front door,
How many nights in a row now?
Jimmy sat back and looked at his watch as if that had anything to do with anything..
3.
Tommy and Faulkner walked out into the humid winter morning.
Cool enough for a jacket, but not really,
you'll be sweating in this humidity in a minute,
even with it around 57 degrees..
It's hard to get comfortable some days in a Mississippi winter.
He picked up Faulkner and put him on the passenger seat..

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Where's Rilke?

Where is Rilke?

I am going to put the dogs in the car,
drive just across County Road 202,
enter the field of Bermuda interspersed with brown winter weeds,
park near the tree line.
I will go to the house trailer on the property and ask permission,
hoping they will allow my dogs and me to walk on their property.
I am tired of parks with leash laws, controlled environments, perfectly dressed upper middle class humans,
angry looks from hyper sensitive shallow soul ignoring boobs because i refuse to leash...
i refuse to leash...
If the people in the trailer allow us,
I will get them out of the car and walk through a narrow opening in a wall of Kudzu.
I do not know what is on the other side of this slight opening,
But it seems to be filled with light..
In my imagination I have already seen it,
it will be as the door in Lewis' wardrobe..
opening to a field of tall brown weeds and low moving clouds..
Jack will see and chase many squirrels!
Pig will run with abandon, stretching, reaching, bounding with exuberance!
I will find silence one only finds while lost in an unknown field with his dogs.

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Nashville

The Hokey Pokey

This morning as I was walking the streets of this beautifully hollow town,
I saw a bumper sticker and it made me wonder..
What if the Hokey Pokey is what it is all about?

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Nashville

Satisfied

Jack and I walked the winding hilly gravel road,

We had driven a mile into the Refuge near our house,

parked the SUV in a clearing and headed out..

The once beautiful forest of hills and ravines,

now scarred by bulldozers and chainsaws

So many stumps and fallen poplar left lying to rot. 

Why is man so careless with beauty?

I felt like we were being watched,

but saw no one.

Maybe it was God...

We walked for a while..

Neither of us wearing orange,

it being Deer season,

and with the local lack of respect for the word "refuge";

the sound of shotgun fire off in the distance spooked me a bit.

Jack kept darting into the woods hoping to see a squirrel

his white coat standing out among the brown sumac and dense autumn thicket.

The wood was silent, too silent

nothing moved among the torn timber

I could have wept but for the joy of Jack..

We drove out of the wounded forest with the windows down.,

Tom Waits roaring, "I will be Satisfied!"

 

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