Author. Poet. Reader. Animal Lover. Blogger. Gardener. Southerner. Aspiring playwright.
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The Truth About the Black River
I was eleven years old when I told Sheriff Tate I pushed my best friend, Nixie Brooks, into the Black River. I knew he didn't believe me. That's why I told the same thing to the social worker, a policeman, the lawyer, and the lawyer's young assistant. The assistant was a nark. He told a reporter at the Gazette who wrote about me in the Sunday paper. The reporter wrote that I was evil and that I'd go to juvie. Maybe he was right.
Memphis in the Rearview
It was May of 1994. I'd just turned eighteen. I'd officially come out of the closet after telling my mother I was gay. I had graduated high school. And after thirty years of marriage, my father walked out on us.
When I go back home It’s a memory I seek And unfinished business Old houses, old haunts Lost on streets I once knew
Mr. Leonard's Raging Bull
"Rocking chairs were meant for asses," Granny cackled from the porch, so proud of her pun. Junior crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue at her. Pappy Daddy had agreed to take Junior and Sissy out to Mr. Leonard's to see the animals. They climbed into the back of the pick-up truck. Patsy Cline was playing on the radio.
It's Okay To Take a Year to Write Your Novel
I see how-to articles all the time with titles like “How To Publish Your Novel In 6 Months” or “How to Write Six Books a Year.” I immediately go to Amazon and type in that writer’s name to see what types of books they are writing or how well their books are doing. Most of the time, my search results do not reflect the attitude of the writer’s article. Or when it does, the author has only published how-to E-books that are under one hundred pages.
My Own Aphorisms
After reading Sarah Manguso’s 300 Arguments I started making a list of my own aphorisms as a fun writing project. What is an aphorism, you ask? Dictionary.com defines Aphorism as “a terse saying embodying a general truth, or astute observation.”
The Ballad of Bernie Stubbs
Bernie Stubbs left the Baptist Ladies' Prayer Group with a frown on her face. Bernie frowned most of the time, but today's grimace was for a specific reason. The group had just voted that no nuts could be used in any of their baked goods at this year's bake sale. Bernie was the only one who had voted against the decision.
An Eclipse of Moths
Tucker had given up on the basement. He felt so defeated he finally called one of those junk hauling services he saw advertised on the television every day. They advertised that their fee started at just two hundred dollars but to call to make an appointment for a formal quote.