Tuesday, September 2, 2025

Stella Style By Arvilla Fee


Stella wasn’t young anymore,

but you could tell she’d been

a real beauty back in her day.

She was also tough as nails.

Ain’t nobody talking back to

that woman! I’d seen her fury

first-hand when a foul-mouthed

drunk decided to push a woman.

Lordy, Stella charged at him with

the ferocity of a long-horned bull.

Put his back against the wall.

As a regular at Caddy’s, I’d stop

in for a beer at the end of a long

haul, my trucking time taking a toll

on my limbs. And there she’d be,

Stella, black tank, lotus tattoo 

on the back of her lean shoulder,

wiping the bar with a white rag,

shooting the bull with patrons,

pulling those taps like a champ. 

I asked her one day why she did it—

why, after all these years, she wanted

to put up with roughnecks and drunks

and young punks like me. She’d thrown

her head back and laughed, said since

she’d never been able to have children,

she figured she’d plant herself in the one

place where everyone needed a mother.





Arvilla Fee lives in Dayton, Ohio with her husband, three of her five children, and two dogs. She teaches for Clark State College, is the lead poetry editor for October Hill Magazine, and has been published in over 100 magazines. Her three poetry books, The Human Side, This is Life, and Mosaic: A Million Little Pieces are available on Amazon. Arvilla’s life advice: Never travel without snacks. Visit her website and her new magazine: https://soulpoetry7.com/

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