There is a story and it goes like this. There is a tower of brick and stone, raised up like a mountain. Its peak puts holes in the bottoms of clouds. A princess sits by the window at the top, and she ... [+]
Mountain Nose: International Voluntary Services/VN, ’68-’69, II-III Corps, as orphanage shop instructor, supply delivery, and recon. Member Poets West Society. He was inspired to write "North Carolina Road Trip" while doing weeks of disaster recovery work with FEMA, from the Outer Banks inland to Elizabeth City. This poem is in Short Circuit #02, Short Édition's quarterly review.
They serve Pit-cooked pork Says the sign Beneath the mossy oaks Of Alligator Swamp, Where vines, Bone-white and python-thick, Twist up the naked trunks Of drowned pines, And boiled peanuts Sell at the stand Outside the Tae-Kwon-Do And Hypnosis store. Black buzzards wheel in flight, Eagle-like but buzzards still, But the Short-Stop café, Without public restrooms, Won't sell quarters to buy the news. At the Temple of Refuge's spotty lot The Bibleway bicycle yard sale thrives, While up Honey Pot Road The Middle-Swamp Baptist Church Hosts "Swampfest 2003" Spread-legged and dangling From a front