Status Updates From Raising the Dead

"for soon enough, we'll all be
sleeping together, beyond
all things that ever mattered."

"I envy them for all they haven't seen,
and maybe with enough time I might too
cease to see these things I tell you of,
that drape upon my soul like heavy shackles"

Suddenly she shivers,
something dark has come
over her although
no cloud shades the sun.
She's no longer singing.
She believes someone
has crossed her grave, although
she will go to her grave,
a grave you've just passed over,
wondering why she looked up.

From "Under Jocassee"

This collection of poetry is centered on Appalachia. Building of dams, hunting, being neighbors, living life.