I don't know Doug well. What I do know is that when his story "Exhuming Harry Truman" hit my desk, I had to recommend it be added to Resistance Front. I loved it. I still do.
|Another of Doug's short stories appears here|
A magic hand without a wand
makes the horses buck and sway;
Wish I was young, for a handy excuse
to slip into the saddle, seize the reigns,
ride until twilight again.
The children laugh ‘til nearly blue,
around and back, then up and through
my line of sight once more.
Engrossed, they ride as pioneers
before the Rio Grande did surely go.
And I picture you astride
the spotted one with wild eyes
and knowing smile, trimmed in green--
tangled fingers, yours and mine
As summer turned the carousel.
Doug Lane is a writer of multiple sorts. Today was poetry day.
He's a transplanted New Yorker who makes his home in Houston, TX.
Find Doug on twitter @finderdoug
More of Doug's work can be found on Pure Francis.