Rocky IV, Top Gun, the Olympics, the World Cup, Super Dodge Ball (and other games like it), the fall of the Soviet Union, Operation Desert Storm. These things appear disconnected, but they were woven together in an intricate pattern, disparate phenomena contributing to a noumenon of nationalist triumph in the eye of the American beholder.
Thunder here among the pines and red hills is the song of summer. Listen long enough and you will hear its song in different keys throughout the day. Thunder at 7:00 in the morning sings a gentle song of relief, of decisions you need not make, heat you need not endure. On a weekday morning… Continue reading Thunder
From Shade: Selections from the Shade Tobacco Region Oral History Project Off in the woods there was a palace I saw it with princes and prelates and fools up under the swingin moss dancin their old jigs in them fancy getups like in the old movies what used to come on TV on Sunday. I… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Spanish Moss
On a trail once, I saw a tree whichshould not have been, a magnolia in the pine flats, by the influence ofsome creature planted out of place. I gave that tree a name, and when I can’t sleep the name crosses overhead like Radio On in the darkness static a nebula of memory flashing to… Continue reading Magnolia
There is a period of ten minutes or so at the beginning of a film when it can be anything. We have some idea of what to expect from trailers, posters, and other hype, but we are ready for the film to surprise us, to subvert our expectations and carry us into a world we… Continue reading Review: The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It
I got this link in a Vice newsletter today: “Air Force Video Explains What a Penis Is.” Image from the U.S. Air Force via Vice. Ha. Nice, Vice. That’s a funny one. It practically clicks itself. When I was through laughing, though, I started to wonder. If you surfaced all the information and knowledge the… Continue reading The Mountain of Military Knowledge
1. Outside my window there is a shaft of sunlight streaking across the fence. The fence is dark brown, a color that hasn't been popular since the 1970s, and the local paint store keeps a formula in the notebook just for our condo association to paint the fences and trim. They call the color "Westwood… Continue reading What am I doing Here?