Posted in poetry, tagged characterization, eminent domain, fiction, Jim Crow, poems of place, poetry, racial inequality on November 24, 2008 | 28 Comments »
This poem published in Shoots & Vines.
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Buster Peacock & The House of Many Colors
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.Julie Buffaloe-Yoder
When the city of Freeville
widened the highway,
they didn’t plow down
a single shingle in
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Foxcroft
White Pointe
Golf Crossing.
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Instead, they took
Buster Peacock’s land.
A blind old black man
in a felt blue hat
with a sagging shack
on twenty acres of
scrub pine and sand.
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That house [...]
Posted in poetry, tagged aging, beauty and aging, fiction, poetry, poetry about aging, poetry about strong women, self esteem, society and aging, strong woman, women and aging on November 17, 2008 | 48 Comments »
…………….Miss Maudene Redefines the 70’s
Julie Buffaloe-Yoder
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…………………………At seventy eight, Miss Maudene
…………………………doesn’t know how to do old lady.
…………………………She does know how to play
…………………………an electric guitar, jog around
…………………………her island, do yoga in the woods.
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…………………………Miss Maudene laughs the notes
…………………………of a thousand songs; she dances
…………………………on the beach, layered in mist, sun,
…………………………the pounding passion of sand.
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…………………………She leaves her silver hair undone
…………………………to the waist, [...]
Posted in poetry, tagged cancer, cancer sucks, cancer survivor, caregiver, chemotherapy, fiction, life is beautiful, poetry, remission on November 10, 2008 | 47 Comments »
……………..Waiting For Remission
Julie Buffaloe-Yoder
……………………..There is no transformation
……………………..only a mockingbird, each midnight,
……………………..sweet and deep in the cedar
……………………..behind our window screen.
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………………………Only me, in this bed beside your breath
………………………falling in thick, black curls on the sheets.
………………………Only me, awake with the thunder
………………………clearing its throat in the distance;
………………………awake with the thump of being awake
………………………and you not, the harshness of dark
………………………around [...]
Posted in Check It Out, poetry, tagged fiction, Outside Writers Guild, poetry, Rural Messenger Press, Side of Grits, Southern, Southern Fried, Southern poetry, working class on November 5, 2008 | 23 Comments »
I’m very excited to have a poem included in Side of Grits. Please click and check it out.
I’m especially pleased to be listed under the “Southern Fried” link. Hooty Hoo! That’s me 100%. Double dipped. I even fry grits. Now that’s good eating.
I linked the main menu, so you can see everyone who is there, and not just me. The layout [...]
Posted in poetry, tagged fiction, judgment day, justice, love for human beings, migrant workers, migrants, poetry on November 3, 2008 | 28 Comments »
A version of this poem was published in The Wilmington Review years ago. I have revised it several times since it was published. .This is the latest.
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Song Of The Migrant Workers
Julie Buffaloe-Yoder
Their shacks, a row of scabs
on the hot, red backs of rows
where naked children
with broken eyes
stare at the noon-white sky
and shuffle little feet
through [...]
