Michael Evan Parker : if it rains

Southern Legitimacy Statement:

Raised and fed by a Southern lady from Chattanooga, who taught me good eating and good manners.

When I die and go to heaven, I’m praying the heavenly banquet will include:

Fried Livermush
Pintos (with pork in them)
Green beans (with pork in them)
Collards (with pork in them)
Corn bread (with pork cracklins in it)

If there is no livermush or pigs in heaven, then–if I have my ‘druthers–I reckon I’ll have to stay right here in North Carolina.

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If it rains

If it rains,
dearest,
wake me.

I will listen with you
to the sprinkling of yesterday’s laughter
and the rustling of tomorrow’s promises
in the maple outside our window.

And when all is still,
my dearest,
when moonlight trickles onto your breast
through glimmering shadows of raindrops,
hold me.

Let my whispers
fall gently upon your ear,
the balm of your breath moisten my cheek,
and in humid embrace
return us to sleep.

And as we dream together,
beloved,
we will walk side by side
in the soft rain

through sweetgrass meadows
fragrant with memories yet to be.

 

2012 Best of the Net Nominations

The Dead Mule has submitted the following poets and their poems [published in the Dead Mule to the 2012] to Sundress Publications: The Best of the Net.  Congratulations to all.

Cathy Smith Bowers – “A Book a Day” – published April 2012

Norvin Dickerson – “NASCAR Poet” – published October 2011

Shenan Hahn – “To the Coyote on the Side of the Interstate” – published February 2012 (scroll down)

Michael Evan Parker – “Old Woman Sweeping” – published June 2012

Tim Peeler – “Drive-In 48” – published April 2012 (scroll down)

Staci R. Schoenfeld – “World Wide Web” – published March 2012

Michael Evan Parker: “Old Woman Sweeping”

Southern Legitimacy Statement:

Raised and fed by a Southern lady from Chattanooga, who taught me good eating and good manners.

When I die and go to heaven, I’m praying the heavenly banquet will include:

Fried Livermush
Pintos (with pork in them)
Green beans (with pork in them)
Collards (with pork in them)
Corn bread (with pork cracklins in it)

If there is no livermush or pigs in heaven, then–if I have my ‘druthers–I reckon I’ll have to stay right here in North Carolina.

Old Woman Sweeping

the old barefoot woman sweeps
with tiny strokes
of her tattered broom

dustclouds swirl
about her weathered feet

rising mist at the mountain face
is not more august
than this