A Clean, Well-Lighted Place is a standard for a style of writing that one need not be and do to be great but it is an excellent one to study for elevating one’s adaptability with language. I can not remember where I read it, perhaps it is in Death in the Afternoon, a book that I am unsure of finishing but Hemingway did talk a something about the craft in it (Stephen King’s On Writing is a much superior text on that subject and he is totally not Hemingway and…
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Kelsea Comb first published as a start to her blog. She is a person of many things, poet and writer are two. She wrote this letter in the days after the election for the 46th president. November 04, 2020 (Excuse punctuation, just started writing) I would like to start with a poem by Countee Cullen. Incident Once riding in old Baltimore,Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;I saw a BaltimoreanKeep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small,And he was no whit bigger,And so I smiled, but he poked outHis…
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Nathanial Arrington Crawford killed himself a few weeks back. Most of y’all have no idea who he was or is, really. I know I don’t. I was talking with a dear friend and fellow teacher about it and neither of us was shocked by the happening. Saddened, hurt, or otherwise unsure of what to do but not shocked. We knew him as he was breaking out of the blocks with forward the only way and watched from a too close distance as humanity undid itself on him. Nate was an…
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