by Jocosa Wade | Jan 7, 2020 | Writing Practice
In the spring the magnolias are intoxicating. Their fragrance prompts deep breaths that release tension and you are— disarmed. The iced tea is sweet like the smiles because the rude and bitter meet with disapproval. Come closer. Step into the magnolia’s shade and...
by Jocosa Wade | Dec 18, 2019 | Writing Practice
Pay off the house— the carsBuy a new carRemodel the houseMove Fix Jason’s teethA wealthy lawyer with crooked teethturns people off Save for the twins’ education— or notA degree doesn’t guarantee a job— not nowMy college years were wastedespecially after...
by Jocosa Wade | Oct 24, 2019 | Writing Practice
Red dress—Rhythmic steamfanned by shade trees White dress—Iced teamelting in the sun Sighs of syncopated staticecho across townfusing Red and White Doorway ladies on a summer mornsuffering Ladyhouse Blues.
by Jocosa Wade | Oct 17, 2019 | Writing Practice
Movement was key, and the key was around my neck; that’s what extra shoestrings were for— skate keys. After eight hours at a desk, where the only activity was my pencil gliding haphazardly across the page to form letters and numbers I didn’t care about, I needed to...
by Jocosa Wade | Oct 10, 2019 | Writing Practice
Angular man with guitarNo longer gazes at the stars. Fingers pluck with eyelids closedMuscles tense— No chance for repose. White hair like a mountaintopChanneling chords of...
by Jocosa Wade | Oct 3, 2019 | Writing Practice
My husband, Jack Wade, was raised by a brood of women made up of his mother and his father’s sisters: Agnes, Melva, Genevieve and Sandy— an outcome of his father’s death when Jack was three. Wade males died young; it was the family history. His mother constantly...
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