Sunday Magnolia

Sunday Magnolia is written about the great magnolia tree at the First Baptist Church in the small South Georgia town where I grew up. My friends and I would play for hours underneath her canopy, creating worlds of our own.

As children we’d play for hours
In the shade of an enormous magnolia
In the yard at First Baptist Church…

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Resurrection's Song

Resurrection’s Song is a poem more about the passing of my grandmother and the grief that ebbs and flows through the seasons, than the tree in my backyard where her wind chimes hang. I hear them outside my window now, as I type…

The cold air undressed you
Left you bare, exposed to the freezing rain and blistering wind of December
And in the distance a train whistle blows…

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Infinite Earth, What's Happening- Rewritten Hymn

Infinite Earth, what’s happening
To all your resources?
Abundant once for our use,
Now very limited.

Littered Earth, smothered by trash,
The land gasping for air,
Mountains of plastic rise from sea,
And animals despair.

Vanishing Earth, you’re melting,
Because our policy,

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Georgia Gnats

In the middle of summer,
gnats danced across my eyelids,
like a marching band under Friday night lights,
disrupted only by a gust of breath,
trumpeted out of a slit in perfectly pursed lips,
scattering the cloud of almost invisible but obnoxiously present insects.

They’d quickly return,

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