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Nostalgia with a capital NO

Saturday, July 31st, 2021

Whatever happened to the things my momma told me what a lady always wears/does/doesn’t do? Just this morning at church–yeah, I go to church on Sundays–I saw a young lady with a white skirt on and underneath…well, I’m not sure, but I know she didn’t wear a slip.  Some of this up-and-coming generation don’t even know what […]

Portrait of a Lady

Sunday, May 8th, 2005

PORTRAIT OF A LADY iceberg met Titanic the day she was born brightly-colored wings of steel adorn no fragile butterfly * raised in the deep South the essence of a lady unfaded by years of summer sun * eyes brown and warm as flowing bayou water caressing the banks moving inexorably on * delicate hands […]

The Rhyming Man

Saturday, October 30th, 2004

he lays down tracks kicking up dust like hot rods dragging on a country road his guitar twanging gravelly voice caresses the melody, bending the rhyme to fit the time spinnin’ dreams tappin’ rhythms on the back porch of the world the rhymin’ man sits rockin’ (c) 10/12/99 Pat Hornsby Crochet

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