Stains: A Reading of the Poem

I have read this poem on about four different occasions, the first at my mother's funeral. I've never published it except on my own website, though lines from the poem have been quoted by many, used on their own websites, posted with their photos. I hope you like the recording. My mama's dress bears the [...]


  When red clay's between my toes, and the sun's setting over my head, the ghost of my mother blows in, riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord, riding on a honeysuckle breeze. Her teeth, the keys of a piano. I play her grinning ivory notes with cadenced fumbling fingers, splattered with paint, textured with [...]