We never really lived there. We were just occupants. Not much more than squatters, but I detest that word, as it implies destitution, squalor, and illegality. No, there was nothing sinister or nefarious behind our status. We were in transition; our stay was temporary.
Read MoreDirect Message from April Mitchell
Mar 9 – 5:15 PM
OMG MAGGIE ARE YOU OKAY
Directors and members of the community attending in person or via Zoom, good evening. I know many of you are eager to hear my comments regarding my recent trip over Thanksgiving break about which so many have said so much on social media, but there are other matters I should tend to first.
Read MoreIt has been a decade ago
when we had our first dance.
In what took the semblance of,
crepuscular happenstance.
Tough Call Dave Malone __________ When my father reffed high school football games, he kept a mental log of epithets the fans yelled and shared the best over Schlitz with his newspaper buddies on our patio. It was mostly laughs except for the occasional telling after a six-pack of the…
Read MoreTecmo Bowl Days Matt Rector __________ before the spastic torment of middle school when an erection was just an uncomfortable oddity and the television had a dial and wood paneling we lost a summer to this game backs hunched thumbs fast legs folded on the floor inside our parents’ living…
Read MoreDouble-Sonnet in Race Prince Bush __________ To actively respect difference is activism with adverbVital. Stand, stare, hark and talk up:Verb and direction vital—to peelThe white paint over bricks the colorOf our bones. The wrong languageIsn’t splitting hairs but splits into atrocitiesThat add up to states. Warring. The 49er’s,Named after the…
Read MorePoem in Which Darlington Emerges AJ White __________ in Armuchee, in Cedartown, in Bowdon, Ridgeland, Mt. Zion, Gordon Lee— we must have seemed so proud walking out of cinder block locker rooms in our loud, clean purple. Our sweat bands, tacky gloves, double sets of calf socks. The prep swag,…
Read MoreMy Football Team is Winning (III) Dorsey Craft __________ And my granddaddy’s still dead. He swatsan almighty yellow jacket from a star-soakedcan of Coke while our tailgate moves fartherout on the asphalt grid. We’ve got a healthylead. We’ve got a blond quarterback with eyeslike the last two red salmon pouting…
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