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!

News

I will be at 33 in Fort Payne

Wednesday

5:30 to 7:30

For Pasta and Poetry

Come out and enjoy a plate

And have a blast

I love pasta

And I love poetry

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Linda Arthur will be coming out as well to play music

If you’re not familiar with her work

You will really be in for a treat.

See you there!

Star Dust

And they told her

Love was supposed to hurt

And so she accepts the pain

And they told us we were made of star stuff

But then they showed us stars burning out …

And so she accepted the disappointment

And I wondered

If anyone ever told us …

If I ever told you

So I’m going to tell you

If she’s not having fun

If she’s not in to it

Then it’s not cool

But if you love her

And read her like Brail

Making poetry from the

Lines of her body

In the light

If you make a safe space for her

To open up

She will come undone

And she will burn with a fire

And a heat so high

It will fill all the hours

And

It will bring stars back to life

And you

You will be useless for anyone else

Because she will have you

body and soul…

But keep in mind

This Love is rare

And it has been said that only gods make love with a love like that

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)

Sunday Morning

1

I had a hellhound on my trail

I didn’t see any light ahead

And I think

We all have different angels and we all have different demons inside of us

And I believe we have different soulmates …

2

Lady,

Lady,

I want you to know

You’ve been a saving grace,

Whatever we are

Our blood boils at the same temperature

And whatever we become

I think my eyes will always find you across the room

And I will remember

The hellhound on my trail –

And I hope you know –

You saved my soul

And all that I’ve become –

And sometimes

I believe

Every Sunday

You’re the warmest thing

In this room