Vol. 1, Issue 43

“I was not a writer to begin with; I was a listener.”

Erskine Caldwell

Cuss Words | Fiction

Cuss Words | Fiction

Alabama summers were a physical thing, heat and humidity so unrelenting that most folks would’ve cussed it if they’d had the energy. On the hottest days, it was best just to pull the curtains closed, stand in front of an air conditioning vent and sip on sweet tea. But...
The Streets of Venice | Photography

The Streets of Venice | Photography

The Streets of Venice This photo was taken by accident. I was lost, so I snapped a photo of what was a picturesque home in front of us. As I took the photo, a boat full of tourists entered the shot. I also noticed there were people on the balcony at the top of the...

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