Howls about realism
Don’t be led away by those howls about realism. Remember—pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be…
Read MoreDon’t be led away by those howls about realism. Remember—pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be…
Read MoreThe hospital felt like a tomb just after midnight, your body at home in my womb for the final time. In the bathroom, I…
Read MoreHow does one hate a country, or love one? … I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know…
Read MoreTwenty miles into Ohio, sky shifts downward, opens wide to hide hills, pries the “hi” from the sides of its name. There a man…
Read MoreBorders mark the contours of nations, states, even cities, defining them by separating them from all others. A border can be natural—an ocean, a…
Read MoreBorders mark the contours of nations, states, even cities, defining them by separating them from all others. A border can be natural—an ocean, a…
Read More“Don’t buy a house in Second Ward.” Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when a pastor who was new to our community told me…
Read MoreIndeed, the only truly serious questions are ones that even a child can formulate. Only the most naive of questions are truly serious. They…
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