Introduction: Apollo Boudreaux opened the rice paper parasol, his slender fingers running the length of the bamboo handle. The quick flourish was not unlike a magician’s gesture, his trick bringing the pretty thing to life—a tumble of cherry blossoms … Continued
Abandoned tracks snake through the woods up by Ellijay. A long spot where there ain’t hardly wind, and the air is heavy with dirty, sweet smells that thwack the back of your mouth and sting going down. Chunks of lignite … Continued
Your epic is like walking through a forest. There are times when, looking up, you hope you can see sunlight, but are witness to darkness. Each burst of light is fully absorbed when it breaks through the treetops. Lines like … Continued