My aunt Betty sends me cards in the mail. She is the very last one. She doesn’t snap a pic of a photo she found and text it to me, she goes and finds a card, and sits down with a pen and writes to me … [Read more...] about Aunt B
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Slave
There is a burial ground about a mile from my home. I live in the north. The ancient cemetery was marked with a NY State historical marker proclaiming “Colored Cemetery,” or it was twenty-thirty … [Read more...] about Slave
The Berry Pickers–Chapter 1 – Chapter 3
The Berry Pickers - Chapter 1 “Then all these people started coming at me and asking me what happens when you die. Men, women, young and old.” “I reckon they figured because I was damn near kill’t … [Read more...] about The Berry Pickers–Chapter 1 – Chapter 3
Hayin’
He looked me square in the eye, across a sweaty beer—turning piss warm on this hot July morning—Inhaling the filterless Camel I watched it burn down damn-near an inch on one drag. The conversation is … [Read more...] about Hayin’
Exhausted…
My Mustang is lowered three inches and for four summers I’ve been trying to get the exhaust right. If it hangs down even 3/8” of an inch it scrapes in driveways and speedbumps. If I get it up too … [Read more...] about Exhausted…
