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Ernest Slyman
Queens, NY
Poet, humorist, playwright and novelist.
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I remember you talking to them. It took long time to learn their language. The words wore masks. Sometimes they were happy and sometimes they were glum. They’re our dreams, aren’t they? That hasn’t been determined. You can’t look at them without wondering what they’re all about. Do our dreams... Continue reading
Posted Jul 28, 2018 at Bristol Stories
The snow that falls in winter never leaves without a fight. It’s never one to melt just because the sun’s out. The reason that snow leaves has to do with January’s promise. Stuff summer into the woods. Blindfold it and spin him around so he gets so dizzy he can’t... Continue reading
Posted Jul 11, 2018 at Bristol Stories
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Five hundred cartoons about Bristol Virginia — Tennessee. Find it in the facebook group Bristol Cartoons. https://www.facebook.com/groups/1940651172861339/?multi_permalinks=1940877446172045&notif_id=1529809103880045&notif_t=feedback_reaction_generic Continue reading
Posted Jul 10, 2018 at Ernest Slyman
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Five hundred cartoons about Bristol Virginia — Tennessee. Find it in the facebook group Bristol Cartoons. https://www.facebook.com/groups/1940651172861339/?multi_permalinks=1940877446172045&notif_id=1529809103880045&notif_t=feedback_reaction_generic Continue reading
Posted Jul 10, 2018 at Ernest Slyman
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Posted Jul 10, 2018 at Bristol Stories
All questions ask too much. The Bristol questions have big ears. When they see you they slap their knees. What they say if full of wild rabbits. They stand still, then suddenly leap into the air. They cross the green fields of Bristol. If you haven't seen them, don't worry... Continue reading
Posted Jun 24, 2018 at Bristol Stories
Bristol’s the center of the universe. Every planet revolves around us. Kingsport’s a green planet that doesn’t like to visit Bristol. Johnson City hasn’t any business in Bristol, Virginia or Bristol, Tennessee. They’re planets that circle Bristol, but they never drop by. Even though Bristol’s a prettier town. Wears a... Continue reading
Posted Jun 23, 2018 at Bristol Stories
There’s always the chance something will come of a rainstorm. It may develop into tornado, hurricane with puffed up cheeks come to blow away towns, cities, mountains jump up like fish into net. Sometimes rainstorm go to little school house. Get education. Go to law school. Practice in Bristol. Get... Continue reading
Posted Jun 23, 2018 at Bristol Stories
There’s always the chance something will come of a rainstorm. It may develop into tornado, hurricane with puffed up cheeks come to blow away towns, cities, mountains jump up like fish into net. Sometimes rainstorm go to little school house. Get education. Go to law school. Practice in Bristol. Get... Continue reading
Posted Jun 23, 2018 at Bristol Stories
Accidents happen to Bristol Poems. They slip on icy streets. They break bone in right leg. Have to walk around on crutch. They stop flying around town. They don’t perch in oak trees. They’d rather crawl along the ground. Just try not to step on one. They give off a... Continue reading
Posted Jun 23, 2018 at Bristol Stories
The Bristol Poem packs everything it needs into a small suitcase. Carries it everywhere it goes. If you read the words in the Bristol Poem you will begin to feel like you were being lifted high into the sky and suddenly you turn into wild goose. You honk. You make... Continue reading
Posted Jun 23, 2018 at Bristol Stories
Has anyone taught you how to lace your shoes? It’s a lot like reading poem. You take one string and poke it in the lace’s eye. It’s got lot of eyes. And you know they see everything we do in Bristol. You can’t go anywhere without the holes following you.... Continue reading
Posted Jun 23, 2018 at Bristol Stories
This is a two by four, this is a four by eight. Build yourself a nice big house. The building materials are just letters. A few syllables that can keep your safe from the elements. The floors are all made of marble. The electric outlets sing like opera singers. The... Continue reading
Posted Jun 23, 2018 at Bristol Stories
The Bristol Poems are tall houses. You can live in them comfortably. All over town rows of houses with metaphors and conceits that buzz around. Get out your flyswatter. All Bristol Poems have big rooms. You sometimes have to climb stairs to get to the top level. All the rooms... Continue reading
Posted Jun 23, 2018 at Bristol Stories
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Fiddles in Bristol have more problems than they can count. Comes upon them suddenly. They're narcissistic. They think they're more important than guitars and banjos. They often talk about themselves. They’re not conceited, not as conceited as oboes, bassoons and piccolos. They’re diet consists of country music. All grown fresh... Continue reading
Posted Jun 21, 2018 at Bristol Stories
The Bristol sunrise a visitor who arrives carrying a bowl full of grits, mashed potatoes and sausage gravy. Help yourself. Do biscuit know as much a rolls? What do croissants have to say about the Bible, literature and philosophy? How does butter know so much? The other day it told... Continue reading
Posted Jun 19, 2018 at Bristol Stories
One night in Bristol, the summer moon come down and left behind honors. Shiny jewels. Streets shine with gold. Pearl necklaces hang from trees. In backyards silver dishes. Bags of gold. We find them. Astounded to see on ground what moon leave behind. Moonlight us gifts. Bag of money. Diamond... Continue reading
Posted Jun 9, 2018 at Bristol Stories
The city’s divided by joy. One side’s happy. The other side’s full of bliss. They take turns laughing. Sometimes they sip sweet tea. It goes with the chicken dumplings which are big as the Appalachian mountains. The buttermilk biscuits in Bristol sing like Tammy Wynette. Bristol lives in two states.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 6, 2018 at Bristol Stories
The Bristol Knot One end loops over the other. The other end accepts the know. It’s the Bristol knot. A rather distinguished knot. Half windsor, half animal. Get close enough to it and the knot could bite you. The men in Bristol know the knot. They grew up with it.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 6, 2018 at Bristol Stories
The shape of Tennessee’s like a parallelogram. Every year it points toward the east. Davy Crocket standing on a mountaintop eating a bear sandwich and drinking from a bottle of moonshine. Rabbits curl around his feet. His coonskin hat can sing and play the fiddle. Davy’s grin is big as... Continue reading
Posted Apr 6, 2018 at Bristol Stories
The state line that divides Bristol wasn’t always long. It was born short. Not much longer than few inches. It didn’t have any toes. It didn't’ have a nose. It was about as long as few inches. A squiggle that didn’t know it could grow long legs. It was short,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 6, 2018 at Bristol Stories
The bright lights in the Stone Castle told our futures. If they fell on us we appreciated the praise. The seats were wooden. They taught us the hard lessons. The rain didn't tell us much. Did you see Larry Rose? Charlie Wolfe threw a long pass for a touchdown. Hoot... Continue reading
Posted Apr 5, 2018 at Bristol Stories
Excitement has a sharp sword. It fights for every breath it takes. When the day dies the stars lay down in the earth. The leaves rise and take their place along the clouds. The wind waits by the river. The leap of a fish nearby makes the dusk’s toes curl.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2018 at Bristol Stories
It’s a way of grieving as it passes under the bridge it speaks the names of the dearly departed. The mountains grieve differently. They sob on Sundays for wild deer, mountain lions and birds. The sounds the wind makes when wild animals die resembles the God fearing member of the... Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2018 at Bristol Stories