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Welcome to my blog! Essays, poems, stories, anecdotes, reviews–they’re all here.  Late night ramblings–yawn!–morning’s jittery jottings, sober assessments of the ridiculous–they’re here ,too.  To begin with here’s a poem about my town, Savannah GA. Jubilate  (Savannah, 2010) Grant that azaleas are a timid pause while two thugs, Sweat and Gnat, enforcers of the summer Mafioso […]

The Collected Short Stories of Eudora Welty

Unlike her sister southerner, Flannery O’Connor, each of Miss Welty’s stories shows us a different side of the author. Dark or light, historical or contemporary–she gives free rein to her pallet. But there is one inevitable long-running thread: close character observation, that is, Miss Welty’s camera is always “on” her characters: dress, habitual gestures, speech. […]

Are fiction writers perverts?

A friend recently accused fiction writers of being perverts.  She went on to explain that she was using the word “pervert” in the sense that Sigmund Freud would be comfortable with, as in “polymorphous perversity,” a Freudian coinage.   The Viennese wizard apparently maintained that children acquire sexual gratification outside the normal channels.  Writers, my […]

Tietam Cane

Here’s chapter one of Tietam Cane, coming out this summer with Fireship Press.   Macon, GA 1962 That girlie voice, that nagging I-know-every-stupid-thing-in-the-stupid-book tone: Holy Jubal Early! It was Richie Raczynski, the only Yankee I ever knew.  It was recess and he must have tagged along behind me and Stub.  We always slid down the kudzu […]

Gluttony: a Late Encounter with the Enemy

          Chocolate.  Swiss, not its lackluster American cousin.  Stamped with dwarfs, partitioned in precise chunks.  It is 6am.  Do I pilfer a piece before the hemp-chewy, sure-to-lift-your-bowels-to-Valhalla bran? From behind the kitchen door where each morning he faithfully spreads his lipid-quivering loins and waits to tempt me anew: the squinty eyes […]

An Immodest Proposal

                                                 Whatever happened to the immodest proposal that teachers be permitted to expel unruly students without the imprimatur of the already-beleaguered principal?  From the floor of the classroom a bloodied and bandaged geometry teacher with his shaky […]

Christian Poets

What is Christian Poetry? As a writer and a believer I find few people asking this question, yet it needs asking.  Reading Donald Davie’s the New Oxford Book of Christian Verse, one might assume that for Mr. Davie deciding which poets and poems are Christian is easier than picking ripe tomatoes.  He devotes most of his space […]