A Southern Spring Sonnet

To continue the theme of poetry month that I started on Tuesday with a series of limericks (if you missed them, you can catch up here), I thought that I'd attempt a Shakespearean sonnet. It was a little more challenging with it's iambic pentameter, which I'm quite sure I didn't always hit the mark on … Continue reading A Southern Spring Sonnet

Enter the painted lady

Every town has one. She's a little too loud. A little too bawdy. She uses a little too much of what Granny referred to as "face paint." That's what makes her a painted lady. That's what makes all the nice ladies stay inside and shun her. Well, in the last few weeks, Mother Nature's very … Continue reading Enter the painted lady