Tag: childhood memories

I’m thinkin’

I’m thinkin’ those days of being on my great-granddad’s knee learning to play a banjo was as close to heaven as I’ll ever be. Slightly wild lifestyle as a teen followed me into adulthood moments of strumming strings turned into clipping wings as knowledge of love made it a thing. I’m thinkin’ karma is having a ball stirring up old…

Must have been

Must have been about third grade when I first believed I could massage Genie make her breathe. I imagined, often dreamed she could fulfill secrets and wishes hidden in a Maxwell House can still. Must have been about sixth grade or so I started singing like Elvis playing my Gene Autry guitar not truly understanding “Don’t Be Cruel” but the…

Hard to understand

Shine under the bed shotgun by the door dogs on the porch life was hard to understand. Church on Sunday preacher dropped by every Monday evening to wet his appetite and count the offering plate. Gospel in the holler and hills tracks of coal dust in the house black lung poached nearby a single cough meant death was near by…