Dog Days End?
8/28/07
Dog Days End?
...A Few Scattered Notes...
"The wicked king of clubs awoke
It was to his queen he turned
His lips were laughing as they spoke
His eyes like bullets burned
The sun's upon a gambling day
His queen smiled low and blissfully
Let's make some wretched fool to play
Plain it was she did agree
He sent his deuce down into diamond
His four to heart and his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
And preperation soon was made
They voted club the day's commander
Gave him an army face and number
All but the outlaw jack of diamonds
And aces in the sky."
--Townes Van Zandt
"Mr. Mudd And Mr. Gold
As the record heat subsides in Atlanta, the traditions of fall approach. Festering speculation concerning our local NFL team continues...the Georgia Bulldogs (and many other formidable southern college football teams) open their season Saturday.
I've posted several short stories--The Bayou Sideshow, Electric Blue and The Local Stranger--as well as some lyrics and poetry, Poison Leaves Part One and Two, for your perusal.
I'd like to send out a get well soon message to Alabama poet Diann Blakely...anticipate a Swampland feature highlighting her work on the horizon. I'm looking forward to leaves turning brown under a harvest moon, but I'll report more news in a few days. Stay hydrated in every dog day afternoon...
James Calemine
JCalemine@swampland.com
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