Dolly said that when she was a girl she’d liked to wake up winter mornings and hear her father singing as he went about the house building fires; after he was old, after he’d died, she sometimes heard his songs in the field of Indian grass. 45 more words
Tags » Southern Gothic
It’s easy to get caught up with what’s shiny and new, even in reading. I fall for it myself. The beautiful books on the Latest Releases table beckon me, preventing me from wandering back in the dusty, cobwebby bookshelves, where there may be treasures hiding. 272 more words
These black mangoes glisten like plumb plums; they are sticky, tepid lips; they are nocturnes turning white stars black as piano keys.
Lustrous Marilyn Monroe sexpot is inverted; made into a fleshly stardom not of the zodiac; and, then, magically turned into Southern Gothic velvet as dark as crows. 153 more words