She Kept A Parrot

This post, titled Euphemistically Dead, was published in The Woven Tale Press I liked their presentation and the layout of the piece. The online magazine features great work from some very...

The Parrot Abandoned her icy Perch On  Monochrome Island In her search For Warm Breezes Bold Colors Sunshine And Magical Gardens Filled with Dreams Where the shadows Keep Their Secrets And...

It all started on Friday morning.  Boy showed up with an itch.  To catch him some catfish.  Well, I don’t know a thing about catching a fish, period.  I remember riding...

I have been toying with the idea of showing you our concrete manufacturing plant.  The problem is where to start.  Do I tell you the story of how it came to...

I On Friday, Boy and I stopped at a fruit stand to buy a watermelon.  That’s where we met Old Tex.  When I got out of the car with my camera,...

I am confused.  I have lost an artist.  I seem to have two R. Jarrells.  I have the one whom I know definitively to be a printmaker of the first order....

My dentist was a nice man.  He hummed country music songs while he worked.  After he asked me the very first question, he didn’t ask me anything else ever.  He forgot...

Memories are composed of small details.  I understood that after Pops died.  As I looked through photographs that I had carelessly snapped of his feet or hands or shoes, I realized...

I can’t save money.  I can’t even save half a slice of my favorite pie for the next day’s treat.  I live in the moment, I think.  I am self-indulgent and...

The FedEx store is located, conveniently enough, behind Shipley’s Doughnuts on a main thoroughfare in town.  I went there in a panic one Friday a couple of months ago.  I was...