Poetry Blog by Randy Horton (2019, Texas)
Don Matthews on Interminable Questions and the Invariable Dimensions of Certain Coffees (Wed, 4 Dec 2019 10:09 pm)
Cynthia Buell Thomas on Interminable Questions and the Invariable Dimensions of Certain Coffees (Wed, 4 Dec 2019 03:48 pm)
Oh, Good Lord, y’all, I thank we better git in the house. That sky is darker than Brother Jimmy’s sermon last Sunday, and it’s flashing like a God-damned disco. It’s gonna be a gully washer, all right, but Ronnie’s got the big truck if we git in any trouble, and we can surely trust Jesus will be with us. The last time we had a toad strangler like this, a big ol’ twister turned Alma’s roof inta too...
Thursday 11th April 2019 12:43 pm
In a previous century my grandfather died
Only weeks after my great uncle.
A few weeks later, my grandmother
Made a quick trip to the grocery store
And returned to find her house in flames.
Having lost her brother, husband, and home
In a matter of weeks, my uncle Skeet
(so known because as a child he was
No bigger than a mosquito or “skeeter")
Tried to comfort his s...
Thursday 11th April 2019 8:14 am
Okay, listen up, y’all.
I spent Christmas in England,
And this is what I saw.
They got something called a Christmas Pudding
I don’t know why--it ain’t got no pudding in it at all.
It’s just a big fruity mess
Rotting in fat and alcohol.
First they take dried fruit, sugar, and peelings,
Mix it with some flour, spices, eggs, and brandy,
Add some stuff I can’t remember,
Monday 18th December 2017 11:11 am