Charles H. Lynch

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

what touches last

 

 

          wedding guess          hoped adaughter

 

   flamingo pink faded blanket          circuitshorted        

 

            shrunken          pilled          frayed      

 

   thirty-six years            childless by choice      

 

 

         lean times            lower interest           

 

    when we blame              a partial tear        

 

           “Wellthen, I’ll go.”

 

       night’s hoarfrost               “Will you shutup?”

 

cling to or for poorer          cry         

 

           repair to bed          skimpycoverage

 

 

         clasp          patter          rub chuck chuckle

 

                      baritone love notes    

 

          tongue partedpeach

 

 

              taut tap root           puckered wreath        

 

    arch                limbering         

 

 

          whattouches        last          trust wrought

 

 

 

                                                                                               

 

Herald Reflects on Grady Lawrence Suggs

 

 

Ah recolleck, firs from nis town tuh blow up

was Elfreda Suggs boy. C’mon. You know. Chain

speckly glasses tuh neck. Run a herdressin slon

own Palmetto. Nah, nah. You confusin Cassie Gatewood.

Much younguh. Cheek mole en nat promnen buss.

 

Lady ahm projettin pipe thin. Ugly ornge SUV.

Two strappy sons. Oldess was stah linebackuh

at Fannie Hamuh three yers. Ver well mannuh.

Corral carts en tote sack home fuh Piggy Wiggly.

                

One munt ovuhseas. Ship back innuh seal caskit.

Mama fell tuh pieces. Din feachuh no whoop-de-doo.

Jess a quite service at Mt. Ollie. Cawse Elfreda

dead set gains his goin. Doan believe no Muslin threat

much as fat cat schemin tuh churn en suck awl.

Boy ride shotgun fuh cargo up en down roads

wit lil armuh. Saddam hung. Now we dictat’n?

 

Bodies fly in at Dovuh sortuh hidaway.

Mercuns ain spose see so manyvets wit burns

en wickit wounds. Wow. Suggs. Gary?Gregry?

Larry? Jerry? Wow. Some reasonfirs name

scape me. He boun tuh pop up wewatchis game.

Pass at bag pretzil sticks. DeezCheez Doodle stale.