Author Archives: Lynne Handy

The Lash, the Chain, and the Baying of Hounds

The black man occupied the position of mere domestic animal, without will or right of his own. The lash lurked always in the background. Its open crackle could often be heard where field hands were quartered. Into the gentlest houses … Continue reading

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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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