dVerse — Prosery — Ama

  No, I do not weep at the world –I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.–Zora Neale Hurston,from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me”in, World Tomorrow (1928) Daddy was known in our backwoods holler as Deacon. When he got up on his stump near Heron River’s shady cool banks, folks gathered; no…

TSM 169 — Sun on my face

When the sun warms my face,when the wind blows my hair,I can feel grey erase. A direct shot of grace,it reads like a prayerwhen the sun warms my face. Benediction in raysto disperse earthly cares,I can feel grey erase. I forget my mistakes,cast my doubts to the airwhen the sun warms my face. Content thoughts…

#FF — Commerce

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll The nondescript warehouses between the tracks and the hills had become a landscape feature over time. The county books listed it as abandoned; yet every year, like clockwork, the property taxes were paid. Engineers on trains passing through at night saw flickering lights and sometimes caught what sounded like…