Lazy golden Sunday sunlight Or was it just once white sheen With the drapes tinted by cigarettes at night Tinged with smoke and nicotine After a day fightin snakes with our pistols
Mom yelled and Daddy drank Silver beers foul and foetid Though Sunday afternoons meant Old westerns on TV after country music Played Sunday mornin for our souls
Or was it the American Graffiti soundtrack There’s a war between nostalgia and memory of reality Maybe I should take it all back Maybe none of us were mean Nothin hurt and everything was beautiful
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Adam Van Winkle was born and raised in Texoma and currently resides with his wife and two sons in South Carolina. He is the founder and editor of Cowboy Jamboree Magazine and Press. In addition to publishing his short fiction and creative nonfiction online and in print at places like Pithead Chapel, Cheap Pop!, BULL Magazine, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Monkeybicycle and Red Dirt Forum, he has published several novels and plays with Red Dirt Press, Cowboy Jamboree Press, and Leftover Books. Van Winkle is named for the oldest Cartwright son on Bonanza. Find him and his publications online at www.adamvanwinkle.com and @gritvanwinkle.
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