Angel From Montgomery

The whole mill was loud–so loud that you could sing to yourself, at the top of your lungs and no one would be able to hear you unless they were right up on your platform.  So, I sang.  To help my memory, because I can’t do only one thing at a time, I decided to learn new songs.  I looked up the lyrics and tried to sing all the way through without a mistake.  I learned 5 or 6 new songs doing this.  Singing became a part of my work life.  It helped the time pass and, well, it really felt good

Poem: Broth

Broth Ten dollars an hour for twelve hours —watch, stir, refill, stir again and watch. My tool a large paddle punishes coconut clumps Beats at them and their natural oil-tendency. Tomorrow I’ll beat at raisins Somebody’s gotta do it. My day hovers at various levels of self-induced hypnosis I’m on a lake of coconut directingContinue reading “Poem: Broth”