I enjoyed speaking at the Coffee Night event sponsored by UVa-Wise's literary journal Jimson Weed. My poem "Persistence" appears in this edition.
Here's a link to an article about the event: http://www.highlandcavalier.com/2017/04/16/coffee-night-at-uva-wise/
I'm pleased to announce that I will be one of the featured authors at Coffee Night to celebrate its latest edition of Jimson Weed. This event takes place at The University of Virginia's College at Wise on April 11.
“It wasn’t the coyote in the back of the Ranchero. The cop saw me tossing carpet tacks onto the road. He didn’t see the coyote until he pulled us over.”
I shook my head, but my thoughts didn’t get any clearer. I massaged one temple as I asked my brother, “Did you say coyote?”
“Yeah. Jed and me were up on one of those old strip jobs, just driving around. It ran out in front of us. He nicked it with the front bumper. We thought it was dead at first, but when we saw it breathing, I tied it up in the back of the truck with some baling twine and duct tape.”
I didn’t know what to question first. Why was Sawyer throwing carpet tacks in the road? Why kidnap a coyote? What were they doing at an abandoned surface mine? Actually, I was pretty sure the answer to that last one was drinking.
From “Spooky Action at a Distance.” Jimson Weed, vol. XXXV, new series vol. 19, no. 1 (Spring 2016).
Sometimes he woke me up in the middle of the night. "Dance with me."
Ignoring my protests, he whirled me around the room, singing along to the music. Most of the time he played Billie Holiday, Patsy Cline, or Janis Joplin. "The Three Graces," he called them. He sang "God Bless the Child" to the mound in my belly. I loved him most in those moments.
Other times I hated him.
From "Hard Lesson." Jimson Weed, vol. XXXIV, new series vol. 18, no. 1 (Spring 2015).
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