Books

Books……yeah right. But I did write a poem! Something not a lot of people know about me is that i’ve been bitten by a brown recluse 4 separate times. So here is a nice little poem I wrote to the thriving brown recluse population of Nashville.

THE BROWN RECLUSE

Like a thief in the night,

You climb into my bed,

“Most likely up the bed skirt,”

The pest controller said,

You’re creeping & you’re crawling,

Until you reach your venue,

A big luscious man child,

THAT’s what’s on the menu,

I haven’t begged for much in life,

A car, a house, a thing,

My only plea to you little friend,

Don’t bite my ding-a-ling.

I grew up in Franklin, TN which was put on the map by the Civil War’s Battle of Franklin. One of the most incredible stories of the Civil War is centered around one of the homes that was turned into a hospital, The Carnton Plantation. This house is riddled with incredible ghost stories. So many that there is a book written about the paranormal activity that takes place at Carnton. I was fortunate enough to have the author reach out to me about writing the Forward. Go buy it!!! 🙂

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