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Mesquite Bend: Twisters 

Stormy Days

The blue sky that stretches
forever turns green and black
as quick as blinking somedays,
the steady hum of cicadas
suddenly gone, replaced
by a quiet that makes skin
crinkle with the coming storm.
In this flat land, the thick, gray wall
of a cloud most folks know enough
to stray from looms across miles,
shooting bolts of white light
that threaten to burn the dried out
tumbleweeds and gnarly mesquite
cascading in all directions.
The wind blows sand with the thick
scent of what is to come, rain drops
the size of nickels followed by chunks
of ice that cover the ground like mid-winter.
Twisters sometimes follow the rain,
their wind the sound of freight trains,
holding the screams of the dead.
A hot, still day turns cool after,
the crisp reminder of the promise
that follows on the heels
of any storm.
Ramona Levacy
April 18, 2015


I am a 40-something Texan with a feisty cat and a supportive husband of 20 years. With a Master's degree in English with an emphasis on creative writing, I have taught creative writing at Texas Tech, won awards for my writing and been blessed to be mentored by Horn Professor and poet Dr. Walt McDonald. I earn a living by helping my husband's family run a health food store, but my avocation is writing. I hope you enjoy reading about some of my triumphs and tragedies as I continue to work on figuring out what life is all about and on growing my ability to share my writing. May your own journey be a blessed one.

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