I sit at an open air table washing down
sugary beignets with thick chicory coffee,
The breeze from the river riffles
pages of my Sunday Times Picayune.
A barge pushes small mountains
of muddy water.
Across the square, artists set up easels
painting the cathedral for the
thousandth time as tourists gawk,
Blank faced mechanical mimes stroll
pavers becoming statues for photographers.
The Quarter awakens to pealing bells;
More cups are filled,
Crumbs fall to waiting birds.
Author: Norm Rourke
In addition to writing and performing poetry, I have been a staff writer for Persimmon Hill and The Ketchpen, publications of the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum. I have also been contributing writer and columnist for the Oklahoma News Weekly and have written pieces for the Sapulpa (OK) Daily Herald. I was also a columnist for the Henryetta (OK) Free Lance. I’m currently a contributor to the Oklahoma Observer (Oklahoma City) and I write for the Okmulgee (OK) News Network online publication. I’m also been a book reviewer for Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble.com and for other publications.
I am a freelance writer and offer professional editing and communications consulting services for creative writers and business communicators. I organized a writers group—Okmulgee County Writers Roundup—and am past president of the Friends of Okmulgee Public Library.
Named to the Honorable Order of Kentucky Colonels by the governor of that state, I have lived in and written about places in New Mexico, Texas, Colorado and Oklahoma.