C.T. Bailey : Writing

Greeting Death

Greeting Death

A Poem by C.T. Bailey


Greeting Death When Death comes, he will not find me with hands in pockets. No, I am going to tip my hat and look the other way. Going to ..
Tattoo

Tattoo

A Poem by C.T. Bailey


Ivory teeth trace patterns of vermillion passion. Her gentle bites across my almond chest stain the flesh with crimson ink, leaving evidence..
Poetry is...

Poetry is...

A Poem by C.T. Bailey


read by some. lived by all. a quiet life of faith. executions in the name of religion. a mother holding a folded flag. friendly fire. tear..
Garden Hat

Garden Hat

A Poem by C.T. Bailey


Grandma’s old straw hat rides low on her brow. When hilling potatoes, sweat rings the brim. Twine provides a strap. Sometimes, when a gust ..
Chrome

Chrome

A Poem by C.T. Bailey


Chrome 383 small block, double-hump heads, fuel injection, supercharger a midnight cruise flaming hot licks on black lacquer paint street light..
Butcher's Blade

Butcher's Blade

A Poem by C.T. Bailey


An Etheree
Eskimo Cold

Eskimo Cold

A Poem by C.T. Bailey


When he lit a warming fire while floating in his cold kayak, the Eskimo quickly sank in the freezing water. Therefore, by his drowning he di..
Papaw Picks on Saturday Nights

Papaw Picks on Saturday Nights

A Poem by C.T. Bailey


By nine, trucks old and new line the street, spilling into the yard. Jim Beam and George Dickel lubricate the chord progression. Drinks go down, ..
Rhyme and Meter

Rhyme and Meter

A Poem by C.T. Bailey


Contemporary poets know that free-verse poems are the rage; most rhyme and meter quit the stage. If only Buk had been a Poe! I know these ..
Paper or Plastic?  An Appalling Prospect

Paper or Plastic? An Appalling Prospect

A Poem by C.T. Bailey


I saw him in my bookstore. He, barely of shaving age, is wearing a blue, pin-point oxford, emblazoned with a dazzling, colorful corporate moniker -..