Feral Friday: playing possum…

Found a smattering of scattered bones in the woods recently and knew they belonged to a ‘possum I’d seen a few months ago, slowly decomposing on the trail. Most of the ‘possum was there in March, and I wondered about it: had it died on the trail? Was it roadkill being carried home for supper by…

I-Scream Truck

Originally posted on Gomming & Yowing:
As I drove down a back road in western Buncombe County today, I heard a strange sound, sort of like a giant music box, being slowly…wound…down…one…note…at…a…time. It was sad, wheezy, mechanical music, and totally out of place in such a rural setting. I immediately spotted the source: a pale green panel…

Feral Friday: Cave Woman

Originally posted on Gomming & Yowing:
Sometimes, when I’m writing, I wonder where things come from–thoughts, ideas, images–of people and places I never knew. I wonder…but I don’t worry (well, unless it’s something really weird!). I just try to be grateful enough (which is impossible) for such a gift which, if I’d been able to…

The Trailer Next Door

This dark-ish poem jumped into my head while attending an Appalachian Studies Conference in Covington, Kentucky many years ago…I hardly even had to edit it, except for the last line…

The Thrill Is NOT Gone…

Originally posted on Gomming & Yowing:
May 15, 2015: A legend has left us. Rest in peace, Mr. King. Generally speaking, if you’re 82 years old, have diabetes, and bad knees, you’re probably not accepting tour dates and creating play lists for your next show. Unless you’re B.B. King, that is. Just caught his act at…