Jeremy D. Wells
Biography of Jeremy D. Wells
Jeremy D. Wells was raised in the Appalachian foothills of eastern Kentucky where the trees, streams, fields, hollows and people influenced every fibre of his being.
After working for various small newspapers across southern and central Ohio, Jeremy moved to Austin, TX where he currently lives and works as a freelance writer.
Jeremy D. Wells Poems
Heather Was Just A Girl
Heather was just a girl Just a little eastern Kentucky girl A little hillbilly girl Little half naked hillbilly Heather
When Janie Comes Marching Home
When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give him a hearty welcome then Hurrah! Hurrah!
Untitled (My Director)
Feed me a line and I'll speak it Give me a script and I'll read it My improvisation is obviously insufficient, my director and though I surely believed I was chosen for the natural talents I displayed,
I took a shower with shampoo today, using the last sliver of soap to wash my face, and turning the bottle upside down, balancing it on its too small neck and lid,
'My people was music. Their lives were poems told in the old language of earth and season,
For Jesse Stuart
Jesse, Be glad that you are dead, Because I read your stories Of Kentucky in spring
'My people was music.
Their lives were poems
told in the old language
of earth and season,
rain and sun,
field and sweat,
stream and blood. '
'Hear your granddaddy in the high fiddle string,
your rogue uncle in the banjo ring