Hey, y’all. I will be offline for a few days. The reason I tell you this is not because I’m the great and powerful Oz Blogger. The internet won’t evaporate into a thick, black hole without me. I wanted to let you know if you comment, it may take a while for it to appear. [...]
Archive for August, 2008
A Brief Intermission
Posted in poetry, tagged Arthur Miller, Death of A Salesman, fiction, literature, little man, play, poems about underdogs, poetry, tragic character, Willy Lowman on August 28, 2008 | 12 Comments »
Check It Out
Posted in Check It Out, tagged fabulous geezersisters' weblog, humor, humorous article, writers, writing about writing on August 26, 2008 | 7 Comments »
Thanks to Hysperia for telling us about this hilarious article. I thought I’d put it up here, so no one will miss it. It’s a post called “If Writers Competed In The Olympics: A Horror Story” from The Fabulous Geezersisters’ Weblog. Two sisters, Ruth Pennebaker and Ellen Dlot, created the blog. Check it out. If you are a [...]
A Carolina Conjure Woman & A Canadian Journal
Posted in poetry, tagged Canadian literary journal, conjur, conjure, conjure woman, fiction, Grain literary journal, Grain Magazine, poetry, Southern gothic, Southern literature, Southern poetry on August 20, 2008 | 21 Comments »
Miss Eula’s Garden is a special poem to me, because I love Miss Eula with a blazing passion. The woman, the vernacular, the landscape, and a bit of gothic at the end also earned me a genuine, laminated Southern writer’s license. This poem was published in the “rural life” edition of Grain Magazine, a beautiful [...]
Atlantis Is Rising
Posted in Collaborative Poetry, tagged blog friends, Collaborative Poetry, creative process, creative work style, poetry, team art on August 15, 2008 | 22 Comments »
Once I had to participate in a psychological test to determine my “creative work style.” After all the forms and verbal interviews were completed, the brilliant doctor gave me my assessment: I am a loner. I don’t like authority. I don’t work well as part of a team. Oh yeah, and I’m arrogant, stubborn, egocentric [...]
Oak, Water, Rust, Blood
Posted in poetry, tagged family, fiction, grief, live oak, loss, poems about relationships, poetry, Southern poet, Southern poetry on August 12, 2008 | 15 Comments »
From Oak We Came by Julie Buffaloe-Yoder Mother comes in through a crack. She smells of church bells, patent leather, lilac five and dime cream. Beneath her bed, she hides old pennies in a metal box. It cost two cents to close the baby’s eyes when he died. Each time she lifts the lid, I [...]
A Steaming Plate Full of Blues
Posted in poetry, tagged fiction, poetry, the blues, working class literature, working class poetry on August 4, 2008 | 16 Comments »
I woke up this morning with a steaming plate full of the blues. There’s nothing traumatic going on. Just the blues in my coffee, blues in my tea, Lord have mercy, the blues are crawling all over me kind of blues. Know what I mean? Of course you do. You’re human. I love to listen to blues [...]
