Bamboo clatters.

Wind shoves at windows

already assaulted by old rain

drops still clinging

refusing to be blown away.

Fifteen after midnight,

tomorrow out here,

a humble farmer once

told me and my Daddy said,

“Unless you’ve made no mistakes,

be careful of the stones you throw.”

Dirt diggers like me

have no business,


rocks in the night.

Author: Darlene Franklin-Campbell

I am a poet, novelist and artist living in the Appalachian Foothills. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm. We are timeless entities stepped into time.

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