Thomas R. Ruffin
Biography of Thomas R. Ruffin
Thomas R. Ruffin resides in Clinton, Mississippi with his wife and children. He is a former FBI Special Agent having served in the Newark, NJ office. He
also served as SWAT Commander and Special Operations Group Commander with the Clinton Police Department, Clinton, Mississippi. Thomas is an
adjunct professor in the Department of History/Political Science at Mississippi College. He is the author of four published volumes of poetry and short stories.
Thomas R. Ruffin's Works:
On The Weeping Floor (2005)
Sideways Train (2009)
The Mudhole Collection (2011)
The Empty (2012)
Thomas R. Ruffin Poems
ancient tree sit there beneath winter heartbreak and be burdened by the contravention of man tree of immeasurable wisdom
Beneath The Bridge
as frozen ground is warmed by a punctual sun as earth mist hazily rises skyward
Country Joe Jesus
it's all ‘bout thrillin' and chasin' all ‘bout gettin' next to the next one it's all ‘bout Percy havin' mercy and Country Joe Jesus
Mess My Mind
she's known to come skippin' down the road at odd enough times with a basket full of happy clickin' and clackin'
'I'll take her and throw her around, by damn' he'd say at feeding time when his hands were strapped to the arms of the chair
Six Mile Road
what is a the end of this path? I've been told it was an old road ... an old road I'm told what winds have blown 'cross this road?
would you smile for my life if that was all I wanted? if that was all I needed? would you live a while longer
in some midwestern town off some country gravel road down a narrow drive of six, maybe seven miles or so on some starless black September night
The Gods Bring Down The Rains
so the gods bring down the rains and over yet another young child ... there is a cleansing for were we not once all children?
Words That Before I Failed To Speak
if I raised up my hands to some perfect heaven beyond impenetrable clouds if I collapsed onto an unforgiving earth
Why You Never No More Smile?
little blessed sister looked right into me so I looked back at her … right into her and I saw a curiosity right there on her face
Beneath The Bridge
as frozen ground is warmed
by a punctual sun
as earth mist hazily rises
as feathered creatures call
for the morning to come
and... as her futile search continues
for remnants of my dark and distant heart
as these things occur... I remain