The Highest Noon
“She was wild before the breaking
prone to shaking her mane with gleaming consternation
with every rider thrown before a claiming could take place –
bit by bit.”
Author Archive for: T.L.
Entries by T.L.
Planting Season
“It was winter’s work –
and man’s . . . “
Cowboy Quivers
“Is every cowboy’s gaze a wanton one?” she mused.
“Is his a gun for slinging
bullets . . .
or arrows?” she wondered.
The Pilgrim’s Progress Remix (Radio Edit)
“Then, in a nasty bit of addition. . .
19 sticks of death in a Birmingham basement
disperse the magic of girls, little and fatally black — Addie Mae, Carole , Cynthia , and Denise, to be exact.
4 loving spoonfuls of browned sugar consumed and crystallized on Youth Day . . .”
Blackberries
“In that instant she
foreswore the daylight.”
Clean-Up On Aisle 45
“it’s not just
that
my wish bone is
broken . . . “
Ode To Mr. George Clinton
In the pocket –
hanging on to Bootsy
for dear life
foot deeply rooted
outright stuck
“on the one.”
Kryptonite
COMING SOON!
Untitled
“I
wring
a handless soul.”
Tall Tales
“Whether the sun had set
or fallen
was debatable . . . “