My Grandfather’s Exhibit
by John Davis Jr.
The Disappearance of Dungaree
It unlisted from our lexicon along with ancestors’ harder drawls and ways:
Literary Friday, Edition 127
Interview & chat with Kimberly Belle, conclusion to 'The Silent Sister' readalong, best moments from the Louisiana Book Festival, Faulkner gets a water tower & a pair of poems about dying. Happy Literary Friday!
Lee
As a middle name, it meant shelter. Daddies knew that erecting it centered anything in front or back against the influence of northern wind
Handcestry
by John Davis Jr. My hands are older today than I remember. Overnight, they’ve seasoned into my grandfather’s: one rigid blue vein ridging each index finger like long-repaired irrigation lines running
Lovebug Seasons
by John Davis Jr. September: The dead separation of summer concludes as attachment begins - Paired black-and-red-orange insects swarm on the concrete block school wall