by Darcy Wiley | Sep 28, 2012 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers, Jam
I pivot the tiny screen on its hinges and almost slam it away in the ceiling of the minivan. “Don’t even ask,” I tell them, “we’re keeping our eyes on the real world today.” I’m lecturing by now, a woman with a diatribe, “There’s so much beauty around us….” A...
by Darcy Wiley | Jan 31, 2012 | Jam
The bassist leans forward and presses a button on his laptop keyboard to start up some YouTube sensation, two oddballs singing the praises of Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles. Across from him, the big kid guitarist whips out his smartphone and tucks it away again, a tick...
by Darcy Wiley | Jan 18, 2012 | Jam, Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
Tiny notes hammered on the hidden harp float up into my little ears and flutter about like snowflakes looking for a place to land. My daddy’s voice comes in on lead. Reverb passes through walls like the resurrected Christ. Warm in this fortress, I open my eyes and...
by Darcy Wiley | Jan 6, 2012 | Fireflies, Jam
The night sky was free of clouds The village fields held no fire The people sang their pain out loud There they danced and never tired Off the map and through the mountains I stumbled on that place And found a harvest ripe with stars In the fields of outer space He...