Evie Shockley

(Nashville / Tennessee / United States)

Evie Shockley Poems

1. Lifeline 10/23/2014
2. A Background In Music 10/23/2014
3. Disciple 10/23/2014
4. du bois in ghana 6/22/2015
5. canvas and mirror 6/22/2015
6. From The Lost Letters Of Frederick Douglass 10/23/2014
7. Playing With Fire 10/23/2014
8. Effect Shrewd Preferences 10/23/2014
9. The Anklet 10/23/2014
10. Pantoum: Landing, 1976 10/23/2014
11. Statistical Haiku (Or, How Do They Discount Us? Let Me Count The Ways) 10/23/2014
12. Waiting On The Mayflower 10/23/2014
13. Notes To My Nieces (Or, Essays In Fortune-Telling ) 10/23/2014
14. A Sonnet For Stanley Tookie Williams 10/23/2014
15. On New Year's Eve 10/23/2014
16. Her Tin Skin 10/23/2014
17. Where You Are Planted 10/23/2014
18. — Shall Become As — 10/23/2014
19. Where Is It Clean 1/1/2004
20. Ballplayer 1/13/2003

Comments about Evie Shockley

  • Jeff Fleischer (1/26/2017 6:25:00 PM)

    My Son, The Drummer Boy - Poem by Jeff Fleischer
    My son, the drummer boy.
    Barely thirteen, will march off
    To this civil war.
    I hope and pray
    I will see him again on earth
    Before I see him in heaven.
    His father is dead.
    His brothers are lost.
    There will be no man of the house left.
    His sisters and I fear for his life.
    The enemy cares not if
    They cause me another reason to grieve.
    I told my son, the drummer boy,
    That the most important thing of all
    To remember is to keep your mother's
    And sisters' love in your heart.

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  • Jeff Fleischer (1/26/2017 6:24:00 PM)

    My son, the drummer boy.
    Barely thirteen, will march off
    To this civil war.
    I hope and pray
    I will see him again on earth
    Before I see him in heaven.
    His father is dead.
    His brothers are lost.
    There will be no man of the house left.
    His sisters and I fear for his life.
    The enemy cares not if
    They cause me another reason to grieve.
    I told my son, the drummer boy,
    That the most important thing of all
    To remember is to keep your mother's
    And sisters' love in your heart.

  • Jeff Fleischer (1/26/2017 6:20:00 PM)

    Can you feel for me? It was my daughter and her child
    Torn away from my heart by a man whose passions went wild.
    Does he care that I will never see them anymore?
    He just ignored their cries when they hit the floor.
    You can not imagine the painful thoughts that leaped through my mind.
    When I realized that bloodstained kin was all I would find.
    How could someone so very unstable
    Have once been a soul seated at G-d's table.
    G-d, one thing I must ask:
    Please punish the evildoer and take him to task.
    G-d give me strength so I will quit looking for the reason
    That my Mary and my Troy are not alive to see another season.

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/31/2016 4:08:00 AM)

    by the way... Evie Shockley was born in 1965..

Best Poem of Evie Shockley

Ballplayer

i cop a squat on a squared-off log,
to watch you ball on the community center court.
butt numb, i shift my weight

and shake mosquitos from my ankles,
but never take my eyes off the game.
yours follow the orange orb, your pupils
twin, brown moons reflecting its light.

your play is wild efficiency,
you are a four-pronged magic wand,
waving, as if agentless, in all directions at once.
an opponent dribbles the ball - now he sees it,

now he don't, it's gone, flown,
and you've given it its wings.
you are one-eighth of the shrieking ...

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Playing With Fire

something is always burning, passion,
pride, envy, desire, the internal organs
going chokingly up in smoke, as some-
thing outside the body exerts a pull
that drags us like a match across sand-
paper. something is always burning,
london, paris, detroit, l.a., the neighbor-

hoods no one outside seems to see until

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