The Art of Drinking Tea
On the third of July, I sat on my back porch with a cup of English Breakfast. I
was there to write an essay about
[http://highcallingblogs.com/9642/independence-day/] the Fourth of
Lazarus
One sonnet can imbue a history
With upright strength when shouted prose demands
It bow to fear or riches. Emma writes
Though publishers refuse her name in print,
Though civil rights do not
Explosions and BBQ
[The piece below, originally published in 2011, announced what The Curator’s 4th
of July week looked like back then and what it will look like this week, in
2019: We’re publishing
The Debt
This is the debt I pay
Just for one riotous day,
Years of regret and grief,
Sorrow without relief.
Pay it I will to the end —
Until the grave, my friend,
Gives me
Release, then Initiation
“There are all kinds of truth, … but behind all of them there is only one truth
and that is that there’s no truth.” Thus Hazel Motes proclaims in Flannery
O’Connor’s