The Melody of the Indian Grass
by Dexter Benjamin Gore
Indian Paintbrush
On their wedding night, she cried. She cried so quietly she felt tears in her bones
Alex Chilton is Alive
The first time I met arguably the greatest American pop-songwriter of the 20th century, he was washing my dishes. A big star he was not
The Tenth Man
The warm night buzzed with the song of swamp crickets and the tenth man was still alive. The Judge's office faced the courthouse green, and even that somber old drunkard found the sights and smells of a spring evening
Need A Miracle
I was at a stoplight when I noticed the one-armed man. His nose and cheekbones were prominent – sharp; the fleshiness of his cheeks had dried and creased
Lone
Annalise glided through the door, straight to the jukebox. Chose a song with harmonica that brought her back to Georgia. Hide and seek in Grandma Jean’s backyard
Silenced
He was old and lonely, sitting at the airport gate and leaning his liver-spotted head on his cane. He looked grumpy and curmudgeonly