Levi Speck

My little brother Levi, we called him Butch.  He was a lonesome soul, maybe he drank a little too much of the spirits, who knows a mans soul.  He had eyes of blue, and when he looked at you, you could see his soul, he wandered for miles and miles, wearing his cowboy boots, fished and hunted and always seemed to have a broken heart. He always loved his Lord and I know he is up there in the big range in the sky with his brother Jim.  Adios mi Amigo, I love you and miss you so. Sissy.

  

Photographic Art with hand painting and layering textures.

Kristyn Harris, performer.

My Cowgirl wish:  By Neets Crane 2013              

She likes to put on her cowgirl boots,
shake her stuff, she thinks shes cute,
boots with daisies and turquoise blue,
she loves those boots and to her heart she's true.

Likes to wear her hats big like her smile,
snaps and scarves, that girl's got style,
She can't ride a horse, but she wish she could,
the cowboys love her, and wish she would.

She likes to go to the rodeo,
turn her dial  on the radio,
Willie's station she listens all day,
Buck Owens singing the cowboy way.

She wants to be a cowgirl,
she wants to be like you.
She wants to be a cowgirl
yodeleeeeeeeooo

                                                 Anita Louise Crane "Neets" - Author

                         

       

        

Ruby Jane’s Blue Heaven

By Anita “Neets” Crane

1998

Chapter One

My head always aches where my Pop’s voice echoes, “Ruby Jane, you’re just no-good-for-nothing.”

The problem is I try to keep my mouth shut but most of the time I don’t. I sass back when Pop’s drunk and hollering at me and it makes him get real mad.

 His words chip away at my hide a little bit at a time and I can feel myself getting smaller, and smaller, and someday, I expect I won’t be any bigger than a fly.

I have this constant churning in my belly because I’m afraid he is right. No matter how hard I try, I’m just a no-good girl. 

Momma named me Ruby because she said I lit up her smile just like her ruby red lipstick. But I expect it’s because my hair is frizzy and red and sticks out from my head all rusty like the Brillo pads she uses to scrub our pots and pans.

   Momma’s always sweeping or cleaning, and wears fancy red high-heels, with the toe out.  She's got those shoes on no matter what she’s doing, or, where she’s going.

Babies are so adorable, babies are forever, babies in my heart, a reason for living, a reason for not dying, huggable, kissable, so soft, so sweet, my heart sings.  Neets