Tumblr Friends… a Simple Request

Many of you have been quite kind to me, so I don’t feel that it’s out of the way to make this request.

No matter how mad I am at my brother I can’t help but be upset that he will spend his birthday in jail this month.  He will likely spend two or three years in jail.  If anyone is feeling kind enough to write a letter please send it to Silver Jackson.  The jail’s requirements and address are below.  No need for a return address, just put “A friend of Sissy’s” if you don’t want to be known.  It would raise his spirits to get a few notes before he turns 29.  If anyone has overcome a drug addiction and would like to encourage him, I would consider it a great personal favor.

To mail a letter to an inmate, please address it as follows:

Inmate’s Name
Boone County Jail
P.O. Box 898
Burlington, KY 41005
(NO INMATE NUMBER IS NECESSARY)

Items that are acceptable are as follows:

  • All printed materials must be mailed to an inmate through a subscription.
  • All material must be paperback.
  • No boxes accepted.
  • No mail from other jail facilities.
  • No polaroid pictures.
  • No photos larger than 3x5. Limit 2.

Pa put on his
Sunday-go-to-Meet’ns
hemmed and hawed
and pawed
at the tie—
wearing a tie
was like being
hitched to a plow— 
he said.

The pastor
talked on the evils
of tobacco and gin—
said a tobacco farmer
was as bad as a gin-runner
for giving out vices.

Pa fell back
into the kitchen chair,
stripped his tie—
like a long dark leaf—
and said:

“My land is bought
and paid for.  I ain’t
gonna be no city boy’s
mule.”

and went outside to
greet God in the fields.

That was the end of that.
He didn’t have to
put on another tie. 

dim light, the last of us

its that dream again—
its evening and parents
are coaxing their children
away from the last bits
of 9 o’clock sun—
forcing them from monkey
bars and tree houses
into pajamas
brushing teeth—
the sun is too bright
the children are restless
the day is too long—
then it dawns on us
the fire in the sky is
growing
heat rising
the all enveloping brightness
does in the world
with a last
brilliant blast. 

For the Doctor Who Fan whom is also reading Derrida tonight…  

(Source: youtube.com)

Derrida + Dictionary = Partial Comprehension.

Stop telling me I ain’t got any.

Stop telling me I ain’t got any.

for some reason

people assume 
I should be ok with
my brother taking
the revolving door

but this time he’s gone
too far
too far gone for me
to help
or hope

five to ten
then it begins again…
when will he find
his way back home?
My son will be 18,
our grandparents dead,
the farm laid to waist
by some developer’s
bulldozer

I had a dream
of him tilling the land
coaxing up the sweet
flesh of carrots
from dense clay soil
like I never could
and we would put
together the pieces
of the family farm
all our past, our future too
and save our legacy.

what legacy is there now? 

By the way… I’m proud of you too.

By the way… I’m proud of you too.

PSA: If you see this person give him a swift kick in the balls for pissing off his sister.  That is all.

PSA: If you see this person give him a swift kick in the balls for pissing off his sister.  That is all.

Dear Brother,

another mug shot 
to hang on my wall
in the place where
a family photo
should be.

jerk. 

So… that’s what I look like.  If you’ve been wondering.  Though I don’t usually wear a bow tie.

So… that’s what I look like.  If you’ve been wondering.  Though I don’t usually wear a bow tie.

Saussure

Words,
enigmatic building blocks,
arbitrary relational signs,
designate the flower
not a tulip, not a daisy,
but create the rose from
thought and sound. 

The Barefoot Review: Summer 2012

Finally!  An acceptance letter!  I want to thank Jason at The Barefoot Review for accepting my submission.  And for being dashingly handsome.  

1 week ago - 12 -

i once had this dream
that you backslid
through my front door
Henna-Red and smiling
—beaming
bright and White
like laughter —
sometimes i wonder
if i dreamed it
or just remembered
a happier you 

All the Places You’ll Go:  A perfect reading of Dr. Suess’ most influential work.