Sunday, November 26, 2017

The Phantom of Kingston Road

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The first time I noticed him it was the holidays – I can’t remember if it was Thanksgiving or Christmas. I was driving home on Kingston Ro...
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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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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, October 13, 2017

Cherry Grove

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Cherry Grove: A Ghost Tale All around the old place, the dead visit. The day he opened up the trunk of that sweetgum tree,...
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Friday, October 6, 2017

More on South-West by a Yankee - Treatment of Slaves 1835

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A description of Natchez, written in 1835 by Joseph Holt Ingraham. Offered without comment: "Many of the planters are nort...
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Monday, September 25, 2017

Cocodrie Bayou

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I drive through miles of cotton fields. White tufts erupt from bolls like butterflies from cocoons. The Louisiana delta spreads out,...
Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Fake News by Vernon Rust

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Vernon Rust There are writers, and then there are storytellers.   Vernon Rust KNOWS how to tell a story, and his memoire, Fake News is...