Shantybellum

Pull up an ice chest or a cotton bale, peel yourself a crawfish, make yourself comfortable and have some fun at the coolest little shack in town.

Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
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...
Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Passion Play

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"Their souls entwined," the poem read, and to the azure skies they sped. A poem's no good unless it's spent on passion, pa...
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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...
Friday, October 20, 2017

The Forest in Fall

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She walks in dappled brown. The trees, emboldened in their bare embrace, reach down, carress her freckled frown from their anchored height...
Friday, November 11, 2016

Signs

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All around the city sparrows fell. Pigeons lay like litter in the streets. That's what it took to make us stop, l...
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Shantybellum
Natchez, Mississippi, United States
Shantybellum is a shanty shack in Natchez, MS with stories to tell. We'll be talking about all the characters that make Natchez unique, both past and present. You'll learn about the town myths, legends and scandals. We'll tell you where the skeletons are hidden as well as the ghosts. We might even write a poem or two. Enjoy.
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