Poetry
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A PREMONITION
I hear the drums of war a-beating Upon these Southern shores, A sound this country once knew well And shall know again once more. Ushered in by Providence Or captured by Fate The drums of war are banging At the sliprails, at the gate. At… Continue reading
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TO AN OLD FRIEND
A memoir (of sorts)… I People say the opposite of dying is living. But it’s not – the opposite of dying is beginning. And in this case, death is a slow, slow thing, and seems out of place with the… Continue reading
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ADELAIDE
Just a bit of prose poetry about my city… People say Adelaide is a small-minded city that can’t see past its own spreading suburbs. The wide streets are sun-burned, even in winter, and to drive them is to drive weeks… Continue reading
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WE BEGIN WITH WHISKEY
We begin with whiskey – lots of it. We get laughing real quick and throw our heads back and yell and toss our youth to the sky. We dance. We dance while the moon comes out, white-lit and friendly, just… Continue reading
Grace Fatchen 