Category: Desert Sun Saga

Fatback Jack … Absconders of Truth

Desert Sun Saga, Fatback Jack, Life In Motion

“Mean backstabbing pretenders of civility and all things sacred? Yeah, those Calamity Bode folks sure have got their fair share. On the other hand, if you’re lookin’ locally for deviant self righteous absconders of the truth, who can, and will, talk both ears off a wounded mule, Sunday morning worship purports commencement at ten o’clock.”

Thanks, Fatback.

“A decent kindhearted feller like you would be keen to keep one hand on your wallet.”

Why’s that?

“It might be free to get in, but it’ll cost you to get out.”

How’s that?

“They like to pass the plate around until there’s no jingle in your jangle.”

Thanks for the heads up.

“My pleasure. Hey, I didn’t catch your name.”

Gibbs. Reverend Jon D.

“You’re the new white-collar?”

No collar, but yes, I am the new pastor of First Church.

“I’d take back what I said about your congregants, Gibby, but then I’d be lying.”

No worries, Fatback. Sounds like they might need a little shepherding.

“Or a good flood to cleanse the whole lot of them.”

Well, a little immersion always benefits the soul.

——

~ Fatback Jack ~
The Desert Sun Saga – Life In Motion

James F. Ross

2015

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The Arrival

Desert Sun Saga, Life In Motion, Poetry, Relationships

Oh to have leisure charmed in such a way
That your disposition is envied by the freckled calico grimalkin
Vacillating between trepidation and cunning, a gentle push precedes my entrance
My presence, betrayed once again by my own handiwork

Your lack of acknowledgement strengthens my hope
That feigned resistance truly is an invocation for attention
Improbable as it may be, this moment’s splendor surpasses my expectation
The long bluestem and Junegrass now have competition for my hand.

Soon, late season petal and bloom will mantle meadow and pass
An enchanting fragrance awaits those prepared to dance and linger
Majestic pines cathedral their praise and worship toward heavens gate
Innately, beneficiaries of nature’s gift, aspire to learn their harmony

A weary gadabout seeking refuge, I’ve missed sharing our expressions
Free and open discourse however, is not wise in an unsecured epistle
The content of which might become prattle and wag for even the closest of friends
We share not long-winded rumor but instead meaningful respite from loneliness

Own this gaze forever; allow the seasons to mark our time
I am waiting for this moment to unfold
To capture your awakening, in the manner of dreams
A gentle initial touch; pressed from tender, passionate, unfurled affection

 

 

James F. Ross

2011

The Reception

Desert Sun Saga, Life In Motion, Poetry, Relationships

Your elusive matter not withstanding
The moan of the worn spring-gate declares your arrival
Confidence warranted without confirmation, until…
The creak of the porch stoop matches your pace

A shoeless absconder from normalcy
My eyes resist the sun’s midday intrusion
Color, as well as shades of gray, ineptly incurs detection
Unfinished reflections of sincerity rest at my side

In a language commonly reticent for adoration, I eavesdrop as you
Decipher the signs and wonders of the pending solstice
Nature’s essentials distilled to realize their purest form
A gift so potent, cries for frugality resonate with their use

As usual, your intentions are absent of pretense
Treated am I, to a well-rehearsed impromptu recitation
A dialog this time, between a couple so clever and coy that…
I hardly recognize myself… Nor you

Although you would have others deem you capable,
Never could I imagine your lips purse an astringent word
Patiently waiting for courage to arrive, I open my eyes to silence
A tender affectionate kiss captures my blush with perfection

James F. Ross

2011

Meet Me In Slumber

Desert Sun Saga

“An expression, perhaps not substantially significant as to make a permanent impression, is necessary and sufficient to leave a mark; the evidence of which is revealed through quiet contemplative reflection. Here, Rusty, on this hillside sanctuary … meet me in slumber, and again when you return. I’ll be waiting.”

~ Sophia Juanita Carter ~

The Desert Sun – Life In Motion
James F. Ross

An Adventure

Desert Sun Saga, Works In Progress

Russell, there is absolutely nothing better than getting lost in the woods to find yourself.

Find yourself? What in the wonder of Wyoming do you mean by that?

Haven’t found yourself in the woods lately?

Never. I’ve never been lost, Sophia.

How about … to discover what in the wonder of Wyoming is around you–the things that usually go unnoticed while you’re walking by not being lost?

My head’s not in the air when I’m walking in the forest. So, yes, I agree; there isn’t anything better than a walk in the woods.

Do you want to join me?

For a walk, or to help you find yourself?

Both of course. Follow me Russell Dann … it’ll be an adventure.

Sophia Juanita Carter and Russell Dann
The Desert Sun Saga ~ Life In Motion

Passing Through The Narrow

Desert Sun Saga, Works In Progress

“Sometimes the mind and spirit unexpectedly pass through a narrow into the world beyond, leaving the body behind to wander. Gradually, without their influence, it becomes … confused. No longer recognizing this world, it will begin to speak nonsense and behave unreasonably. Rather than appear foolish, silence and inactivity are embraced; seeking comfort, a repetitive nature emerges. In due course, the body passes on from this realm into the next, reuniting with mind and spirit. On that day, all will receive a blessing.”

~ Dean Matthews, The Bright Star Press ~
The Desert Sun – Life In Motion