death

The Fracturing | Poetry

The Fracturing | Poetry

The Fracturing BeforeRepressed Memories Resurface, April 2017 Before I fracture, Before I fracture, I am pastures of butterweed, the silence of river bottoms, gravel roads to so many nowheres, and the howl of a Tuesday siren. I am the indigo sky that creeps over the...
Some Things Get Lost | Fiction

Some Things Get Lost | Fiction

I heard her before I saw her. A tink-tink sound like marbles knocking against each other. Noisy as it echoed off the thick fog. When the pub closed and there was nowhere to go but an empty cottage, I poured my rheumatic body bone by bone into the murky night. The...
Naked and Unashamed | Poetry

Naked and Unashamed | Poetry

Dark and bare, exposed by winter’s probing and immodest gusts you stand with arms raised heavenward. Unflustered and unblushing, sharing none of Eve’s false modesty, you pose in nature’s state unclothed for all to see. And on your folded skin is mapped the journey of...
Ella: A Life Reconsidered | Nonfiction

Ella: A Life Reconsidered | Nonfiction

Covington, Georgia January 1977 I’ve heard it told a person knows when it’s their time to die. I accept this, although I’m not sure why. It seems futile to fight this inner knowing. Perhaps when I pass, I will better understand things that haunt me. Troubling...
Cressie Girl and the Creepin Woman | Fiction

Cressie Girl and the Creepin Woman | Fiction

A  folktale for back porches and slow nights; a tale for my Granddaddy.   Cressie’s mama gave birth to her on the pew of the church. She lay back, split herself open for her child, then handed Cressie Girl to Big Ma before she passed on. It was a good thing...