Long Carport Poems

The old house, built in 1895, was the best of weathered antiques having hugged North Rogers Street from days of horses to days of horse-powered engines, and now to electric cars.  As the story...

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Time To Cook the Rolls 

“Honey, turn on the oven to 350; the movie is starting!”

Soupy Sales is kicking back with June Taylor at Studio 50.
He is flirting with her leggy dancers as they feed...

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- - - An observation of true events - - - 
  - - (insatiable person's search) - - 

Aiming to embellish my identity 
Rural persona branches further 
Tight city existence not meant for...

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AN EVENT THAT CHANGED ME

I checked one morning just to see
Had I parked my car and not hit a tree
I found it in the carport where it should be
No broken headlights and it was dent...

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God is met not as an object to be understood, 
but as a mystery to be loved  -attributed to Gregory of Nyssa
d. 19 July, 394

Crisp and white underfoot
crunching whilst I take out the bins:
It’s...

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When I was just a young girl, long ago,
     for me, the grand debut of spring became
my special mission in the month of March-
     to see a...

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Several days of chilly spring weather had been messin' with the dogwood, but Sunday 
mornin' dawned Georgia warm and the dogwood smiled. Steamin' mugs in hand, Big Mama's 
babies took their places 'neath the saggin'...

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Lawrence of Neasden,
Man of action in the past,
Reflected with dismay
How life had moved so fast.
So many years gone now
Since they’d gone to war
And Lawrence no longer
Rode his camel anymore.

It’s ashes rested in an urn
On the...

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Word Toccata in A Major 

Jaundiced ’53 Cadillac in my sweetheart’s carport.
She leaves the hole keys inside the empty fish bowl.
Hidden in her trunk are a set of golf clubs with knife wounds;
Her secret boyfriend...

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I watched tiny rivers form in my carport as the heavy rain inundated the dry ground. 
Her breaths from inside sounded like a convict in a death chamber. 
I watched small debris flow rapidly downstream...

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It was the center of the night 
and just off the carport, 
forty thousand frogs sang 
a round that cradled the dreams 
of the neighborhood, the town, 
and just then, my life. 

I sat, then...

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