Monthly Archives: August 2014

We are leaking all over the place To relieve the knot inside Of the pressure of needing more space Lest in captive heat it gets fried. Call it soul. It goes out of its mind (I think it must be) … Continue reading →

Last Thanksgiving, our house was filled with fiddle music. Old-time fiddling spilled out of the road-worn fiddles of two of William’s friends, Hunter Riccio and Cyrus Carawan. It was a beautiful sound, as if the fog had come rolling down … Continue reading →

The spring air filled the car as I drove through the dark neighborhoods around Emory University, gracious curving roads of stately homes and lawns like fairways. It was as if the car needed to gulp that flowery night air to … Continue reading →