I write a lot of poetry, serious adult poetry. Some of my genres are about the sweetness of growing up during a golden age in East Texas, when I could ride my bike all day, and no one threatened me, or worried about me. Some parts of East Texas can have a ghostly creep, like New Orleans, so many poems and short stories illuminate this darker side. Another genre that helps me cope with the world are my poems of social disgust about judgement from others, and wasteful consumer materialism. Attending SMU, followed by living in high rise communities where residents spend a lot of energy trying to impress each other has been wonderful for helping build this genre…yes, the twit that said, ”now each button on my jacket costs $700.00” has become a poem. Many of these poems may never be heard, they serve only to make me feel better.
I think it’s fun to get to hear other poets read their work. Insights are revealed through the way they nuance their words. I find Audio Poetry to be a liberating source of my creative spirit.
Of the three below, Damn Bear is available for listening, Pilot’s Story is in production, and Daffodil Circle must wait till the Fall, after publication in The American Daffodil Journal.
Damn Bear is about a toy gun fight I had in the 1960s with my two friends, Johnny and Jerry Taylor. What I love most about this piece is the photo. Left to right: Jerry Taylor, Johnny Taylor (the Damn Bear), the man in the background is my Dad, Otis Phillips— with a cigarette, and me. I have a death grip on the sucker in my left hand. This could be the actual night of the Damn Bear incident. Jerry, Johnny and I are still very good friends to this day.
Damn Bear was published in an ePub by Crooked Teeth Literary Magazine, San Francisco.
Pilot’s Story was written about stories I heard about my Uncle Orear Watson’s capture and escape from a German POW Camp in WWII. The first paragraph is fictional. Everyone has passed away, so I have no way of knowing how he left for the military.
Pilot’s Story was published in the anthology, Beyond the Hill. Find out more HERE
Uncle O is photographed with his wife, my Aunt Thelma Watson. She was my fourth grade teacher. Aunt Thelma and my maternal grandmother were sisters.
Daffodil Circle was written about a circle of daffodils that bloom each Spring at my grandmother’s. This poem, along with an essay and my grandmother’s TeaCake Recipe will be published Fall 2018 in The American Daffodil Journal.
I am a member of the American Daffodil Society and The Texas Daffodil Society.
This recording is on hold until publication.