Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Sunday, November 19, 2023

Tommye Lu Foresman Pritchartt: A Talented Lady

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Photo by Howard Pritchartt, Jr.  Tommye Lu Foresman, 60 years old.  My father's third wife was Tommye Lu Foresman from Alligator, Missis...
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Friday, August 18, 2023

The End of Everythihg

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  The fire didn’t realize the strength of water until she killed him. The water didn’t realize the strength of radiation before she evapor...
Sunday, April 7, 2019

Dreamscape

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Last night I dreamed I was in  India. Elephants and houses had memories as long  as b eing. A phantom shook my shoulder. I tr...
Thursday, November 1, 2018

On the First Cold Day of 2018

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Today felt like first winter when you're kind of delighted it's Christmastime but the sky is pewter and the air is cold and you won...
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Monday, July 2, 2018

Politics of Summer

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Summertime. Garden-district cottage. Cats on the porch. Ancient oaks. Peaceful. Shady. Tomatoes -- blood red -- and mayonnaise,...
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Monday, May 28, 2018

In Memoriam

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“You tried, Sweetheart,” she whispered. She tossed a handful of dirt down on the coffin of our country. A cold wind blew. The s...
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Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Bragging Rights!

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Friday, March 2, 2018

The Reckoning

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In the pictures  we seldom smiled. Stubborn children  forced to pause and pose before the hearth  in the cabin  in the woods in th...
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Sunday, February 18, 2018

Gollum

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Before Gollum had tasted the power of The Ring, when he still had family with whom to sing in the Gladden Fields,...
Friday, January 12, 2018

The Weight of Water

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The wind whispers secrets soon to be revealed.  Pushes him along. There is no cure. He shuffles. Small steps. Unsure fo...
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Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Suicide is Painless

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People will go to any lengths for fame, won't they? In the May, 1800 edition of a Natchez Newspaper, Thomas Thackwood advertized his ...
Saturday, November 18, 2017

Falling Leaves

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Perhaps it would be better if I don’t speak. Reflect the silence back into the water, listen to the evening come to help  the night...
Tuesday, November 14, 2017

So long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Good Night...

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I bet I've lost over 35 friends and parents of friends in the last ten years.  Sometimes it seems as though I have more dead friends tha...
Wednesday, November 8, 2017

In a Hollow Space

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A Hollow Space   By Elodie Pritchartt "The big sweetgum by the front gate finally died."   Every death affected him these days, an...
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