Anniversary
...like the water in Court Square's fountain, in Hebe's offered cup, as if our legs, our arms remember some traffic and follow it here on another Sunday like a traveler,...
Zircon
...be a token from the planet's fiery birth. For zircons are almost as old as earth's creation in the conflagration from debris that formed the galaxies of suns. This tiny...
Contesting the Roadways: The Moore's Ford Lynching Reenactment and a Confederate Flag Rally, July 25, 2015
...movement. During the "Bloody Sunday" assaults in Selma, Alabama on March 7, 1965, Alabama state troopers and county possemen beat scores of protesters as they attempted to cross the Edmund...
Chattahoochee (excerpt)
...hung, turning all afternoon on the breeze. My rod bends towards breaking, then straightens as the fish darts free through the sunken junkyard that grows by the weight of one...
#598, Common Meter
Sung to tune of Cleansing Fountain in B.F. White Sacred Harp Cooper Revision (382) 1) There is a house not made with hands Eternal and on high: ...
Letter: Blues
...each one of them. We do. The insides of my wrists still ache with you. Does the South watch over wandering ones Under different moons and different suns? I have...
An Absence I Know I Won't Reclaim
Readings Rodney Jones reads the poem "Failed Memory Exercise." Poem text. Rodney Jones reads the poem "I Find Joy In the Cemetery Trees." Poem text. Rodney Jones reads the poem "Homage To...
John Yoshida in Arkansas, 1943
...the hikers, John Yoshida had no intention of coming back. Some time after noon on Sunday, January 17, he slipped past the barbed wire fence encircling the Jerome camp. Though...
Transcript: "Lucy Mae Blues" by Cecil Barfield
...guitar] [0.00–0.14] That Sunday woman, she bring me the news That Monday woman, boys, I’m telling you Better not let my good gal catch you here Ain’t no telling, man,...
Covid Light and Darkness Alike
...exactly where I was standing when it all sunk in. I was photographing in Mississippi in early March 2020, on spring break from teaching at Duke, my near annual pilgrimage...