Banjo Creek – Part I

Grandpa loved to fish and would rise when the sun did. He’d take his trusty wooden pail and his walking stick. In turtle pace, he’d plod down Longman’s Trail to the Banjo Creek.… Continue reading

God Still Loves Emma Sue

I ain’t gonna wear my hat, mama, she announced with her chin fiercely squared. Emma Sue, you know good women folk wear hats.  There aint never been no questions ‘bout that! If I… Continue reading

The Irreverent Gravedigger

The gravedigger leaned on his shovel, glaring up at the sun, annoyed. Sweat made dirt trails down his dusty face, drenching his shirt wet. He was digging a hole for a lady, cursing… Continue reading

Waiting for My Ship to Sail

Rickety rocking chair rocks back and forth as I wait for my ship to set sail. Big dreams scamper across my pillow as I snore to the sound of waves crashing . I… Continue reading

Chicks, Music & Wine

Neighbor nun knocked on my door with a rosary, shoving it into my hands. I hear you on weekends, she muttered, with your chicks, your wine and your loud, bad music. I’ve been… Continue reading