I am a creative writing instructor, short story writer, poet, and freelance editor. When not busying myself with words, I am building/painting tabletop wargaming miniatures.
THIS IS A YEAR OF THE PIG CONTEST ENTRY
Ballad of the Canyon River Blues
Word Triggers of the Day: Decisions, Time
My jeans were distressed
in a time before it was
Faded now, this grease stain
on the inside right leg was
from an offer of a tandem
joyride on the gravel and grey-
dust roads of a municipality
in a northern province of Luzon.
This belt loop was torn open
while stumbling past a barbwire
fence. We were weary from an afternoon
hike, squelching past ankle-deep
in the black mud back trail
outside a Big Island valley taro farm.
I split open the right knee
as I knelt every Sunday under silver-
grey tents, onto the blue tarps laid
down on the asphalt of Kam swap meet
stalls. All the better to peruse short
and long comic book boxes.
The left back pocket I holed on summer
vacation, where under cruel sun
we tossed into a truck bed an almond
orchard chainsawed down the day
before, having died in the years-long
drought outside of Tracy, California.
I displayed badges. My mother’s dismay
looked upon wounds to be scabbed
with patches, sewn shut with stitched scars.