Novelist, Teacher, Transplanted West Texan, Reluctant Poet
Rummage— From the Old Dutch “ruim” A compartment In sailing vessels For storage Of rum Of other goods Of things saved or discarded
By Chuck Etheridgeabout a year ago in Poets
The empanada Spanish for “wrapped in bread” Perfect pastry circle Filled, folded in half Sealed with water and fork tines
When my father got angry The top of his bald head turned red Gunmetal blue eyes bulged behind glasses His rage, Combined with his short steps,
Dear Dad, I wanted to tell you Sometimes it takes fifty years For me to understand I wanted to tell you Fifty years ago
Dark shapes— Did they move? Are they still? What was that sound? Was there a sound? Legs aching, back throbbing,
Easter Candy—70% Off At your local Walgreen’s Seven dollar apiece chocolate bunnies Bought last week for children Now cost a buck and a half
Raking leaves into piles Bending over Picking them up And bagging them Is my favorite Thing to do ---said no one
Comino, Chili, Salt, Pepper, Garlic Powder The Five Pillars of Wisdom The Pentateuch, The Torah of South Texas Cuisine.
Siobahn looked down out of the clouds. Tearing her eyes away from the small round window, she beamed at Daddy. “Look! We’re flying. We’re up in the air!” So excited she couldn’t talk anymore, she waved and pointed out the window.
By Chuck Etheridgeabout a year ago in Fiction
Danny gardens Like Michelangelo Painted walls His outdoor canvas More beautiful More carefully composed
The Bic-4 Colored Pen, Penultimate perfection, The ultimate accessory For a third grader. Unchanging design—
Small finger bells peal forth Each Easter Sunday, Joyful tintinnabulations Of celebration In our humble parish.