POETRY ~ BY GAIL LIVESAY
A KID AGAIN Running through summer fields, cool grass under bare feet. I still remember how it feels. A warm breeze blowing our hair, we jumped in the cold creek with a screech. Smoking rabbit tobacco under a tree, knees crossed, just watching the smoke drift in the wind. Climbing in the barn, we came to no harm. Racing home for the plate Mom would fill. We knew not to be late. The years slide past, what I wouldn’t give to be a kid again. |
Gail Livesay writes:
I write poetry, essays, plays, fiction and nonfiction. I am currently revising my autobiography which explores the impact of growing up with bipolar disorder, which had not been diagnosed and/or recognized.
I attend weekly classes led by Pulitzer Prize nominated poet Sidney Saylor Farr and am a participant in The Kentucky Women's Playwright Seminar led by Trish Ayers.
My poetry has been published in "Poetry As A Prayer," "Appalachian Women Speak," "Appalachian Women's Journal," "Appalachian Connection," "The Seeker," and several will be read by the New Mummers Group production in NYC and in Berea, Kentucky. I have had several informative letters to the editor published in The Berea Citizen, Richmond Register, Mount Vernon Signal and The Lexington Herald.
I live in Berea with my husband Wayne. We have been blessed with two children, Lisa and Michael, and two granddaughters, Marina and Hannah. I feel that although God has allowed me to have bipolar disorder, he has blessed me with the gift of writing.
Our New Frein / Worn and Gray (two poems)
The Good Ol' Days
A Southern Tale
Laundry Day
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