Spasms: A Southern Memoir in Verse

Spasms are my word snaps . . . everyday glimpses of my life or the lives of those I love. They are urgent outbursts . . . either catching the moment or releasing something that has been haunting me for years like stories from my own personal history or family of origin . . . and then suddenly they snap into place. Some spasms rhyme and some dont. I never know when one will come or what it will be about. Its like being on vacation and wanting to remember or share the surprises you see so you take a snapshot . . . or in my case a word snap or spasm.