Category Archives: Poetry

Another Poem Published, First You Make a Roux

Deep South Magazine has just published another of the poems from my work in progress collection, Always the Heat.

This poem is titled First You Make a Roux. It was inspired by a painting I bought some years ago on a trip to New Orleans with my best friend.

All good Louisiana cooking starts with a roux, and it's something I stessed to my kids when I started teaching them how to cook.

Look for the poem at and I hope you like it.

Making a Roux

One of my Poems Got Published

My poem, Winter in Louisiana, was just published in Deep South Magazine.

As you can tell by the name, most of my writing will fit in well there since they have a very distinctive Southern Viewpoint.

Another poem is scheduled for a fall publication date.

Poem Accepted for Publication in Deep South Magazine

I just got some great news. 

I came across a great publication the other day, Deep South Magazine, and on a whim I submitted the poem that I first published here a few months ago. Deep South Magazine is really focused on Southern culture and since I pride myself as both a Southerner and a Southern writer the magazine is especially interesting to me.

The editor contacted me this morning to let me know that they would be publishing the poem in an issue this summer, which is especially appropriate since Winter In Louisiana is really about our lack of winter.

That motivates me to go ahead and work on the collection of poems, Always the Heat, that I started.

I'll let you know when the poem is published but in the meantime check out the magazine at the link above. 

My Thoughts on Poetry and The Heat

When I was at at the Louisiana Studies Conference this past weekend I heard a poetry reading by Dr. JC Reilly of the Georgia Institute of Technology. Unfortunately, due to the scheduling I didn't get to spend much time talking to her but I had forgotten how much I like good poetry and her's was definitely good.

She mentioned that one reason she wrote poetry was because she didn't have the patience to write a novel. I think she was being too tough on herself because, to be painfully honest, I think it is easier to write novels than it is to write good poetry.

In several of the pieces that she read Dr. Reilly did a great job of conveying the essence of both the South and the Louisiana, particularly in the areas of its gentility (although to those of you who think Swamp People depicts all of Louisiana this might come as a bit of a surprise.

Her reading inspired me to try and write a book of poems but I don't think I can capture the same essence of the people as she did, so I thought about a book of poems that has a central theme and, since it's my book and I can do as I please, I also thought I would try to make sure that each poem contained one phrase that was the same. The poems are going to be about Louisiana and I can only think of only one thing (other than a love of the New Orleans Saints) that is consistent from north to south and east to west in Louisiana. 

The heat.

I'm going to throw the first poem I wrote out here for your perusal. I'm not finished with the others because they just don't come as easy to me as the short stories and novels.

The book of poems will be called Always the Heat.

Note I did not say that the poem was good, I just said that I wrote it. However, I will say I do like it.


Winter in Louisiana


Winter arrives in Louisiana,

when it gets damn good and ready.

We can't count on cold weather for Halloween

Or Thanksgiving

Or Christmas

or anytime specific.

The only thing we can count on is


The heat.


The heat.


We occasionally get respites.

Brief interludes of crisp goodness

Trickling down from way up north.

Occasionally, winter rushes in,

A blue norther dropping the temperatures

Quicker than the days pass for an old man.

The shorts in the morning changing to a parka in the afternoon.

But only for a short while



The heat.


The heat.


At times suffocating,

heat and humidity together combining to

form a gumbo of air,

breathing requiring effort,

walking, a sweat drenched endeavor.

From the pine woods up north

To the swamps of the south

Louisiana is unique.

The people vary as much as the terrain.

There is only one constant in Louisiana

The heat


The heat.