Packin' Four Corner Nabs
...so I look like a monkey when I look in mirrors big muscular arms and back on a skinny little frame kinda wiry, funny, even to me the biceps aren’t...
Consolation
If we could take them back, swinging by the Little Kitchen's shadow on Jefferson Street and waving them in as they were, Livingston, Alexander, Britt, and York, piling together on...
My Grandmother's Plot in the Family Cemetery
...widow to no one's surprise, and she buried him close beside the one whose sons clung to her at the funeral tighter than her own children. But little of that...
Like Father
...band binds the morning paper. My father's embrace tightens. Grits Stiffen. I hug back Like a little boy, gripping To prove his handshake. Daddy squeezes me close, But I cannot...
Excerpt from Anne Moody's Coming of Age in Mississippi (1968)
...gang. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. "Moody…" it was little Gene again interrupting his singing. "Moody, we're gonna git things straight in Washington, huh?" I...
Lyrics to Pretty Saro
...love's lodging tonight I'd draw nigh And in her lily-white arms I'd lie there all night And I'd watch the little windows for the dawning of day. Well I strolled...
Belle plaine newspaper
...negros [sic] and pounded up a few more. . . . The man may come clear but he will find it a little different than in Alabama and may wait...
I Find Joy In the Cemetery Trees
...they started in a slight breeze off the lake, the many and patient sails, I could see in those motions a little of the world that owns me — and...
Walt Whitman in Alabama
...when he couldn't bring some Southron home. I see him there remembering his poems, his back to the door, singing out to the garden of the world, the tropical spring...
In the Magic City
...from the strings like something's coiled up there, a static even Elvin never shakes. Or maybe what the needle thinks, some Old South air trapped in ladled steel,...