Literary Friday
A visual poetry essay by Julie E. Bloemeke. 'Hey, Boo' on PBS & Harper Lee in the news. Bowties as the perfect literary accessory. A book club opp & what we're reviewing. Join us for Literary Friday!
Abandoned
I have always been fascinated by abandoned and neglected spaces, both in metaphor and in image. How do the places we initially create survive once we leave them? How do they slowly fold back into the surrounding world? Where are the marks of us underneath tangled vines, broken windows, empty doorframes?
Seersuckered
by Beau Boudreaux Found myself writing her a poem though we just met on the balcony, knives
The Levee
by William Lusk Coppage I hit fifty in the straight-a-ways; watch dust and rocks rooster-tail into the clouds. Cow shit litters the loose gravel—piles and piles like land mines out to slow my truck's speed.
Bowtie Season
by Hunter Murphy Easter is a time for rebirth. Down South, the azaleas and dogwoods are blooming and, although we’re no longer primarily agrarian, we still have plenty of green space. This time of year also ushers in a renewal of fashions. While temperatures in the South can sometimes feel like summer year-round, Easter is a milestone when it comes to the Southern wardrobe. White and seersucker begin making appearances, particularly for the Southern gentleman, and the bowtie, which has kept its traditional audience over the years, is beginning to gain new, and younger, fans.
Southern Living
by Melva Holliman Magnolia memories and Deep South dreams, Home is tattooed on my soul and racing through my veins.