Sunday, June 28, 2009

Watermelon Man at Shreveport Farmers' Market



veggies



bell peppers



onions



Gourds II



Downtown Shreveport



Sunday, June 14, 2009

Deb after gardening



June Dyson at her 80th birthday party



Stu's dessert for Mama June



Mama June, with Karen and Alan



Surprise!



Mama June and group at her 80th birthday party



Drips III



Starburst graffiti



Hunting graffiti with RT



Reagan under Market Street Viaduct/Shreveport, LA



Artist unknown

I-20 overpass shadow



Robert Trudeau hard at work



Sunday, June 7, 2009

I have the most handsome husband in the world!

Paint Your Heart Out Shreveport!



The crew from First United Methodist Church in Shreveport at the Stills home in Allendale.

2-D possum



Playing Dead
by Andrew Hudgins

Our father liked to play a game.
He played that he was dead.
He took his thick black glasses off
and stretched out on the bed.

He wouldn’t twitch and didn’t snore
or move in any way.
He didn’t even seem to breathe!
We asked, Are you okay?

We tickled fingers up and down
his huge, pink, stinky feet—
He didn’t move; he lay as still
as last year’s parakeet.

We pushed our fingers up his nose,
and wiggled them inside—
Next, we peeled his eyelids back.
Are you okay? we cried.

I really thought he might be dead
and not just playing possum,
because his eyeballs didn’t twitch
when I slid my tongue across ’em.

He’s dead, we sobbed—but to be sure,
I jabbed him in the jewels.
He rose, like Jesus, from the dead,
though I don’t think Jesus drools.

His right hand lashed both right and left.
His left hand clutched his scrotum.
And the words he yelled—I know damn well
I’m way too young to quote ’em.