Category Archives: Guest Post for Tweetspeak Poetry

Sweet Talk

Posted on July 24, 2015 by Darrelyn Saloom

Mama knew how to sweet-talk people. Her magic had served her well in McAllen, Texas. And it seemed to be working in our new home in south Louisiana, where employment opportunities were plentiful. She’d even left her first switchboard operator … Continue reading →

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Too Close for Comfort

Posted on July 17, 2015 by Darrelyn Saloom

Writing sent me into the world of social media and it’s pushing me back out there again. I found it easy to fall off the grid and back into my life on the farm. We had a nice crop of … Continue reading →

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On Reflection

Posted on May 22, 2013 by Darrelyn Saloom

I may as well come out with it because it’s there. And if you look at me long enough, you’re bound to see a trait I first noticed when I was four or five and understood at thirteen. I didn’t … Continue reading →

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The Breaking

Posted on February 22, 2013 by Darrelyn Saloom

When Laura Barkat asked me to pen a few words about Purple, I thought I’d write about Mardi Gras or my niece Jenny (it’s her favorite color). Imagine my surprise when a murderous man named Wendell showed up instead. If … Continue reading →

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Turning the Tide

Posted on August 7, 2012 by Darrelyn Saloom

On vacation in Florida with a sprained ankle, I spent most of my time observing people from a balcony. This short story played out before my eyes. I nearly leaped from the eighth floor when . . . (head on … Continue reading →

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Incantations for Rain

Posted on August 3, 2012 by Darrelyn Saloom

When L.L. Barkat contacted me to write about rain for Tweetspeak Poetry, we were in a drought in South Louisiana. I agreed to write the piece and then walked to the backside of our family farm to close a gate. … Continue reading →

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Oh, Annabel: Words of My Father

Posted on June 15, 2012 by Darrelyn Saloom

My father, Darrell Milas Wilkerson, never owned a home. He told me he was much more comfortable in the seat of an airplane or driving a car. He lived an adventurous life and told the best damn stories. When he … Continue reading →

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