Big Mama
written by: Mickey Kulp
@mickey_kulp
In the predawn I hear her.
Big Mama Crow is awake,
Singing to her consorts and
Sleepy babies and one bleary
Human whose coffee is cold.
She is a shadow come alive.
She is a reminder of
The dark things that always
Seem to sing a little
Louder than everything else.
Mick is a writer and father of two mostly grown children who have survived his shenanigans through smarts they inherited from their mother.
His creative nonfiction, fiction, and poetry have appeared in numerous consumer magazines, newspapers, and literary journals. His first book, Random Stones: A book of poetry, was published in 2016.
His creative nonfiction, fiction, and poetry have appeared in numerous consumer magazines, newspapers, and literary journals. His first book, Random Stones: A book of poetry, was published in 2016.
Latest posts by Mickey Kulp (see all)
- Big Mama - July 19, 2019
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