Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Mance by K.W. Peery

A
Brazos
bottoms
blues man
born
Beau De Glen

Had a
Choctaw
Mama
and a
dead-thumb
grin...

Played
pocket knife
slide
on the
"Jack of Spades"
Pickin'
down
at Threadgill's
he was
all the
rage...

It was
"Sugar Babe"
shuffle
in five
dollar
shoes
With a
Lipscomb
lean
at the
old
Jade Room...

His voice
was as
hollow
as a
Navasota
stump
King
of his
precinct...
ole Mance
could
thump








About K.W. Peery: 

Americana songwriter and Kansas-City-based storyteller K.W. Peery is the author of seven poetry collections: Tales of a Receding Hairline; Purgatory; Wicked Rhythm; Ozark Howler; Gallatin Gallows; Howler Holler; Bootlegger’s Bluff. 

Tales of a Receding Hairline was a semifinalist in the Goodreads Choice Awards – Best in Poetry 2016. 

Peery is a regular contributor in Veterans Voices Magazine. His work is included in the Vincent Van Gogh Anthology Resurrection of a Sunflower and the Walsall Poetry Society Anthology, Diverse Verse II & III.

In 2018, Peery is scheduled to have poems published in The Main Street Rag, Chiron Review, Big Hammer, San Pedro River Review, The Gasconade Review, Blink Ink, Rusty Truck, Mad Swirl, Outlaw Poetry, Mojave River Review, The Asylum Floor, Horror Sleaze Trash, Ramingo's Porch, From Whispers to Roars, The Rye Whiskey Review, Under The Bleachers and Apache Poetry. 
Credited as a lyricist and producer, Peery's work appears on more than a dozen studio albums over the past decade.

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