A Tumbleweed of Fire
by Catfish McDaris
Mama blew quick across
the dustbowl plains
From the cottonfields
of panhandle Oklahoma
Scholarships galore, tennis,
basketball, and grades
At report card time, she’d
display her straight A’s
She became a mobile librarian
in New Mexico, I’d ride
Along to the Mescalero and
Jicarilla Apache Reservations
Learning about horses, arrowheads,
Pecos diamonds, and sand surfing
Her campfire went out at 61, someday
I hope to ask for her forgiveness.
PAINTING: Night Fires by Agnes Lawrence Pelton (1881-1961).
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I would see those tumbleweeds (Russian thistle) rolling along on fire and it made me think of my Mom and myself. In a strange way.
AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: My mom, Winona Rae Myers, is from Eldorado, Oklahoma. This photo is her standing in front of the burning city dump; it kind of reminded me of the big fires there.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Catfish McDaris has been active in the small press world for 30 years. He has four walls, a ceiling, heat, food, a woman, a daughter, one cat, a typing machine, and a mailbox. Sometimes he gets lucky and someone publishes his words. In 1998, he read at a big Beatnik gathering in Cherry Valley, New York, at Ginsberg’s farm.
AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: Me on the end, my blonde sister, Cindy (Covid got her); my mom is standing. Grandmother is sitting, and lots of cousins, all alive.