Monthly Archives: October 2017

Small Towns and their Secrets

I’m tunneling back through time to tell how I arrived at the claustrophobic culture of Cherapee, North Carolina in Where the River Runs Deep (WTRRD). Though I grew up on a farm, I spent much of my time in the … Continue reading

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Klan Menace

In Where the River Runs Deep (WTRRD), the Ku Klux Klan hovers in the background, making folks uneasy. The story doesn’t center on the Klan, but it is there, like the burning cross in my mother’s memory, seen from a … Continue reading

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The Curse of Slavery

Yesterday morning, men installed a gas log in my fireplace. I lit it and sat for a while with my rescue dogs, Schatzi and BoPeep, watching the leaping flames. The fire lent warmth, both physically and aesthetically, to the room. … Continue reading

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LIVING STRONG

At Lit by the Bridge Thursday night, I got up to read a poem, looked out at the audience, and saw two little girls. My poem was too strident for their ears, and I hadn’t brought another one, so I … Continue reading

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Writing Poems in a Another Voice for Where the River Runs Deep

Storms passed through North Aurora early Saturday morning and my little dog Schatzi was fit to be tied. I wrapped her in a thunder shirt, lay down on the sofa beside her, and stroked her neck until dawn. As a … Continue reading

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