News

I’m so excited and honoured to be featured alongside so many great writers in 2019s

Z Publishing Houses

Alabama’s Best Emerging Poets

You can grab a copy at the link

And see my poem Red Hands

https://www.zpublishinghouse.com/

Description:

Once famous for its cotton fields that stretched beyond the horizon, Alabama has since moved into the 21st century. Home to a thriving aerospace industry, Alabama makes it possible to fly above its beautiful landscape. But its friendly and welcoming residents are the reason to keep coming back. This pristine land and kind people are the inspiration for poetry.

And in Alabama’s Best Emerging Poets 2019, 41 up-and-coming poets have the chance to share their own words. Covering a wide array of topics ranging from love and heartbreak, family and friendship, the inherent beauty of nature, and so much more, these young talents will amaze you. Containing one poem per poet, this anthology is a compelling introduction to the great wordsmiths of tomorrow.

Seasonal Madness

1

She carries this madness

Everywhere she goes

It’s there in the back drop

The corner of every smile

At the back of the room

Don’t ask her,

You already know,

She’s not been happy

For sometime,

2

And it’s difficult these days

And she wants what she wants,

And you want to get back,

Somehow,

Rearrange the seating

Just to cancel

How this all ends

3

And I’m a shrapnel banner

Nothing left to champion

Hole torn through

What kind of

Us

Is left ,

Don’t ask her

She’s not

You know,

She’s not been

for sometime

And

These days are hard

On a soul

And she cries

Smoking

From the balcony

Of this despair

And maybe

I hid all of my sorrow

All of my tomorrow

In your skin

But it is there

Over there

In the corner

4

Flesh, it’s gone from these bones

what do I know,

Slow it down,

I’m tired of this love,

Slow it down,

All of these streets

Incomplete

The leaves are soon going to fall

And then

We will be swept clean

Here in our winter

It’s not dark yet

But they say it’s getting there.

News

Hey guys!

Here’s the latest!

Come out to 33 in fort Payne for Pasta and Poetry tomorrow night!

Linda Arthur will be playing as well!

Thursday is open mic night at Vintage 1889 in fort Payne

Brant Noojin will be hosting

I will be there and do a short set.

(Come bring your talents!)

Friday

Jeff and Hayden will be at Vintage 1889 as well,

I will do a short set during their break.

Sat

At 33

Brant Noojin will be rocking

I will do a short set to open the night…

Followed by

Jeff and Hayden at Vintage 1889

I will do a short set during their break!

If you want to get out and have a good time, come to Fort Payne!

I also just got the news I will be featured in 2019s emerging poets of America by z publishing !

Come hear this poem!

Beagle in the City #252

I came home so weary

Couldn’t write

Couldn’t play

Don’t you know

I had the blues

I looked at my dog

I said

Beagle

Don’t you know

None of us has perfect days

He looked at me

And this is what he said

I had two perfect days

Walked around the block

We shared a hot dog

You checked the mail

And I checked the trash

We watched the tv

Any day with you dad

Is a perfect day to me

Yeah best friends till the end

I said

What about day two?

I’ve got the blues

He said

We got up

Cooked breakfast

We ate some bacon

Walked around the block

You checked the mail

I checked the trash

Any day with you dad

Is a perfect day to me

I said

That’s right

Best friends till the end

The love of a woman

Lately

Her green eyes turned blue

She was tangled

Up in you

She changed herself

Tried to

Make herself just like you wanted

And you were supposed to make her safe

Be a safe space

But you wanted

Her to be like you wanted her to

And I poured her coffee

And everyone that meets her

Can’t help but fall in love with her

And her hair is still the same

And her tongue is still foul

And she still

Isn’t just like you wanted

You know

The first time

We entered space

And they looked back

On earth

Realized just how insignificant we really are

That’s what I felt

The day I saw you

Across the room

Everything else

Just faded

And her green eyes turned three shades of blue

And she’s tangled up in you

Love her her right

Love her true

Whether you know it or not

You’re insignificant

On your own

And she’s everything

Everything to you …

Mother Earth

How do you write the blues

Mother Earth is blue

Her sky is green

Her heart is yellow

She has a rage

How much time does it take mother to grow up?

How much time mother before I am old?

Before my eyes turn black and my hair turns grey?

Mother Earth

She will kick the dust

She will throw her fists of rage

She is coming down the highway

Her breath like a train

On the mainline

How much time mother?

All the air in the sky is gone …

How much time

Before I become a man

And know what every man knows…

3 minutes or less…

Storms

She makes storms

Out of hours

She makes deserts

Cry out for rain

She makes winter

Pray for summer

But she’s been a friend to me

Her fist have always been Clinched

Her hair has always been red

Her lips have always been red

She’s the realest thing

I’ve ever known

And I’d stand

Out every winter

Just hoping for a look from her

She keeps me happy

And she went down to New Orleans

And bewitched the devil

And she fights

The ghost

She loves the most

But you might not see it

And her fist

Have always been Clinched

And

She’s always been red

But she’s always been real

To me

(Written and performed tonight at 33)