If I look east from the highway I can see your house- just past the creek, red brick and green roof then it’s gone. And a house is a home is a house again. And when time tapped it’s cane on the foot of your bed, I’m sure you met her then- in D.C. in …
Poetry
TORNADO POEM
I watched a girl cry on the news today- her daddy was trapped in the hardware store when the tornado hit Joplin, Missouri. He was a soldier. She was seventeen. She waited all day in the parking lot thinking that if he didn’t die in Iraq, then why would God want to take him now? …
THE 100TH POST
Today we mark a milestone here at SGB Pho(blog)raphy- this is our 100th post! And that which is cause for celebration also proves to be cause for reflection… 99 posts in 22 months. Some thoughtful, some witty, some irreverent, and all a means to this end- to prevent our idle hands from becoming the devil’s …
COLUMBUS DAY/LAST ENTRY IN THE CAPTAIN’S LOG OF THE SANTA MARIA
I hadn’t accounted for your continent being there, but I digress, and we can share.
MARY JEAN, IN REMEMBRANCE OF
When Mary Jean had left this place she couldn’t remember the names of her children. There were: eight sisters, three brothers, two sons and two daughters, one husband of sixty-nine years sitting on the back porch watching the highway that cuts through the farm now and thinking about Mary Jean.
THE SGB BOOK CLUB: SAVING DAYLIGHT BY JIM HARRISON
Earlier this week, I picked up a book of poems by Jim Harrison called Saving Daylight. Good friend of former Poet Laureate Ted Kooser (with whom he published a book of, shall we say, correspondence poetry entitled Braided Creek), Harrison is best known commercially for penning the novella Legends Of The Fall in 1979, from …
