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Monday, April 7, 2014

Sleep Paralysis

Last night I dreamed I was in
And elephants and houses had
memories as long as

A phantom shook my shoulder,
and I tried to wake
but my dream was syrup.

I could not swim up.

I felt you touch me
and tried to stir.

I think death will be like this.

Sticky, sweet and heavy.

And silent as a sigh.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

New Look at Old History in Natchez

Photo by Elodie Pritchartt
Al-Jazeera America did a piece on the Natchez Pilgrimage and how it's changing.  Story by Suzi Parker.

You can read it here.