Fifty seven twenty crystal valley road. Memories thrown together in an unfolding story of growing up in rural Pulaski County. Saturday, November 15, 2014. Growing up Daddy always made the popcorn. No Jiffy Pop for us, even though I thought it was the coolest thing ever. No microwave popcorn either because there were no microwaves. The smell once the lid is removed. The dodging a stray late-popped kernel that shoots out of the bowl. The sound of the heavily salted popcorn being raked up in rapid f.

A collection of poetry by Carroll R Posey. Monday, May 11, 2015. Two blocks down the street. Two blocks down the street. Are wining, dining and shining. And I shall have no such fete. Two blocks down the street. The appearance that all is well. My face is telling a story. A straight, white top lip. Two blocks down the street. The best clothes, cars.