Such A Pretty House And Such A Pretty Garden

Though I’m admittedly a man prone to hyperbole and portent, I can say that the rural areas just east of Memphis, Tennessee, are some of the most unique and even haunting I’ve ever known. This is not to speak of Memphis proper, a conflicted and lovably-decaying ruin on the banks of the country’s most fabled …

Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?

Four months into the American pandemic emergency, and what is there left to say that’s still unspoken? How does one articulate just how swiftly, horrifyingly, our lives have changed forever? The way of existing as Americans that we knew prior to March of 2020 vanished in the quickest of breaths, and I think this might …

Half Out Of Frame

When this last and sorrowful harvestoffers her bursting yields no more,and when our hands no longer trailupon summer’s vast golden reunions,consider us two as joined in sly fate,branch for branch along tepid rivers,as chickadees gather in the pine-tops. We have wandered far in our time,seen much that has swiftly blurredfrom endless backwards glances,amnesiac and brightly …

And If You Hear The Call, Don’t Wake Me When You Leave

Well then. This happened gradually and then suddenly, as the old saying goes. In a mere matter of weeks (really over the course of just a few days), COVID-19 has gone from late-night talk show punchline to all-encompassing apocalypse. Sit-down restaurants are banned from operating in Memphis city limits, and word on the street is …

It’s A Hard Road You’re Travelin’, You Can’t Walk It Alone

Its been too long since we’ve spoken, friend. Winter ebbs in these rural locales between spring-like balminess imbued with croaking frogs and a bitter chill that robs the skies and fields of all discernible color. My walks through the neighborhood at night have become lengthier affairs, stepping from pooled yard lights outside of shotgun shacks …

Let Roar These Fears, To The Whore Of My Tears

Following some temperate weather, the chill has returned. Gone are the previous weeks' room-shaking thunderstorms and breezy, balmy afternoons. Once again we're huddled within, heaters set on high, even the cats discouraged from venturing out into the frozen gloom. All continues as before, much in stasis: career decisions, future plans, health goals...each is suspended in …

Every Spark Of Friendship And Love Will Die Without A Home

As we slowly ease through the first month of the new year, I remain grateful for the mild temperatures this winter has offered us thus far. Inside, the cats cuddle close beneath light blankets, but spend just as much time pouncing on insectile prey in the leaf-strewn yard. I’ve rebuilt the temporary ‘annex’ studio, and …

With The Winter Coming On, I’m Just Looking For A Hand To Warm

Christmas is now two days past. Soon along these rural backroads will appear the husks of evergreens rotting in ditches, bits of tinsel still clinging brightly to sagging branches. All the tree stands will shutter, giant Santas deflated and packed away, these vacant lots abandoned of activity until autumn creates a market demand for pumpkins …