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About Bourbon Apocalypse: A Whiskey Son of Sorrow

"If you can't annoy somebody, there's little point in writing." ~ Kingsley Amis

Apocalypse Culture

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Possession

At the college level, at least, an instructor/professor should teach in a manner that interests him/her, thereby revealing a genuine excitement that may entice that fabled one or two student(s) whom we are told to inspire. Teaching literature/composition in Mississippi: … Continue reading

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I’ll Always Remember Your Smile Today

One of my favorite bands in college was an alt-country band before the moniker became too heavily trafficked. The lead singer evokes Patty Cline, a singer to whom my late Maw-maw (RIP–2017) introduced me. I wrote about them years ago, … Continue reading

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Stranger Love

Here is another grad school writing exercise that I have come across recently. I wrote this for a creative writing class. If it is not obvious, I was reading a lot of Walker Percy at the time. My style has changed … Continue reading

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Old Poem; Old Memories; Older Habits

Ten years ago around this steamy time of year, I was engaged. Unless I really dig deeply in the fecund soil of pettiness, I cannot say anything bad about her. (In fact, all I can say is that I regret … Continue reading

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A Relationship Contained within Blog Entries and/or Dreams

One frustration in dating a writer may be that while that person may often be unable/unwilling to vocalize his/her thoughts in conversation, he/she will have little difficulty/compunction publishing them for the world to read. Even more frustrating, perhaps to someone … Continue reading

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The Motorcycle Diaries

As a dreamy teen, I probably had four or five Harley shirts. I would watch my the-official-history-of-the-Harley-Davidson-Motorcycle VHS cassette religiously. I even had a leather jacket and would put Vaseline in my foppish hair to style it into a pompadour.  … Continue reading

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