And it became a wood duck in the middle of Lick Creek, which looks a lot like a ditch in Tennessee. The idea is interesting though. How does one piece of alternate order reestablish the understanding so entirely? In that moment, my world stopped around a male wood duck, about as a striking an animal… Continue reading It began as a jar on a hill in Tennessee.
Author: DWallace
Nate the Great
Nathanial Arrington Crawford killed himself a few weeks back. Most of y’all have no idea who he was or is, really. I know I don’t. I was talking with a dear friend and fellow teacher about it and neither of us was shocked by the happening. Saddened, hurt, or otherwise unsure of what to do… Continue reading Nate the Great
Labor Day Blues
2007 “It’s hard to find hope these days,” Gabby Bondra told the old man next to her at the bar. “Ehh, it wasn’t ever to be found. Them bitches at the top got it all to themselves. They just like to sell us a little bit when we really can’t make do without. In the… Continue reading Labor Day Blues