Papa and Momma don't dance down the lane They don't skip to my lou or any such thing He has a limp from the war says he fell out of bed with a whore, But that ain't the truth Because truth ain't pretty or nice And Momma has been through too much A husband who … Continue reading Papa and Momma’s Story
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A Hairy Issue
What I am about to say is going to sound vain, but I have beautiful hair. People love my hair. I mean they LOVE my hair. Love it to the point that when I mention cutting it they freak out. Seriously, they freak out and nearly always beg me to keep it long, even though … Continue reading A Hairy Issue
Pausing for a Happy Dance
Today, I had every intention of finishing the poetry post after school was out. Then I read something at lunch that stop me in my tracks. An email informing me that I am now the new English Department Chair. For the past three years there has been a different chair. Each time I found out … Continue reading Pausing for a Happy Dance
Dancing My Way Back to Myself
When I was a wee rose bud, I wanted to be a dancer. It didn't matter what kind; I just wanted to move to music. It also didn’t matter what the music was so long as there was rhythm to it. Momma taught the jitterbug and the twist in the living room to all of us. It was … Continue reading Dancing My Way Back to Myself
Lucinda Rose 