Bud Andrews
CONTACT:
Bud W. Andrews
2516 Vine St.
LaCrosse, WI 543601
(920) 615-9164
bwa86@yahoo.com
BIO:
Bud Andrews, originally from Mazomanie, Wisconsin, lives and writes from his home in LaCrosse. A writer of poetry, essays, and short stories, Bud’s work has been published in the 2010/2011 issue of The Edgewood College Review and on various online platforms and on social media.
Poetry
Yes Chef…
Yes Chef.
The days are growing longer.
Yes Chef.
My station is clean.
Yes chef.
We’re all out of lobster.
The Bleu we got in yesterday is bad.
And Diana called in, again.
Seems we’re gonna have another opening for pantry
Yes chef,
It’s my birthday, thanks for remembering, of course I can come in on my day off…
Fuck you Chef.
Four years in this life and only a buck raise…
Yes Chef.
This life will eat you up
Foxes
Midsummer,
I feel the dirt of graves,
like the coarseness of fields,
Between my fingers
While shovels
interrupt morning’s stillness.
Looking out
atop the hill,
seeing foxes play,
We all stop a moment,
All gazing ahead,
Until they fall behind
To the far side.
A faint rustle
of memory
when we were young.
or grist for Mills.
But no one cares for natterings
of the middle-aged
settling like dust
among headstones.