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Hello My Honey She was of the ancient path, frank beauty of flesh and circumstance desire in desperate motion perpetual, almost. Bright flapper in bobs and beads a bathtub soaked with gin open armed, mysterious, dancing to her own heat. An age born in her, the jazzed opening to roaring vistas, American, modern in every way. Her delicious body now a relic of quaint fire in the pages of books her lovely daughters yawn past her bones still brilliant, lost, boxed and put away. Prairie What if we all had a prairie to call home welcome land stretching far and deep to places dearly remembered but invisible to words? What if we all had fierce winds to push back routine just fierce winds to remind us to do what needs doing while there is time? What if we had the big wide blue above and the small green underfoot? Echoes of friendly voices a warm spot for sleeping and bright, loving eyes waiting for the next thing and splendor the sun on our fresh bodies and the next thing after that. Amazon Bio: Jeff Weddle is a poet and writer living in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. He won the Eudora Welty Prize for Bohemian New Orleans: The Story of the Outsider and Loujon Press, and has also received honors for his fiction and poetry. Jeff teaches in the School of Library and Information Studies at the University of Alabama.
Fevers of the Mind 