Momma Neda (A woman in her late 50’s is in her kitchen preparing dinner.): Come on in this house, Son! It looks like the sky is about to split in half. All this rain is gone push my turnips before they can catch root good. Go on hand me ya coat. […]
Trees
By Zakeia Tyson-Cross Sometimes I sit quiet and listen to the trees / Don’t look stunned– they do talk you know/ They tell me if the summers will be hot or if the winters will be long/They love to sing on rainy days and dance when it’s sunny and windy out/ Yes-they are something/ Every […]