Picking wild blackberries,New life abounds in the heat. I had little care of the dirt in my shoesAnd the scratching of thorns on my bare legs as I climbThrough the bramble to pluck and eat, violet stains on the tipsOf my fingers like a fresh kill. I wander still through the thicket. The honeysuckle in... Continue Reading →
A house on stilts in the middle of the woods,A dirt road leading over a hill to reveal salmon pink slatsIn a sea of pine green; a haven built by children of the gulfThat were moved to migrate to the trees. Frogs serenade on long summer nightsFrom a never-clear pond that hides the rushing lives... Continue Reading →
I sleep to the digitally enhanced sound of thunderstorms. I love the strange comfort the rolling rumble brings, like a weighted blanket for an afternoon nap; but I haven't heard it in its natural state for years as its growl doesn't reach this far up north like it did in the sultry summers of my... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 