The War Between the Dreams
Old slave and planter graves a flight apart For thrushes eating seeds of grass and yew, The unmarked plots and plots with dates and names Too weatherworn to trace and know in stone, Bones sinking… »
“‘Finished in Beauty’ and in Memories”: Catharine Savage Brosman’s Book of Hours
A review-essay on A Memory of Manaus: Poems by Catharine Savage Brosman. Macon, GA: Mercer University Press, 2017. A Memory of Manaus, Catharine Brosman’s eleventh full-length collection of poetry, confirms her rightful place in the… »
Why the South Won the Civil War
Fred Douglas Young, Richard M. Weaver, 1910-1963: A Life of the Mind. University of Missouri Press, 1995. 217; Joseph Scotchie, editor, The Vision of Richard Weaver. Transaction Publishers, 1995. Early in the fall of 1939,… »
Upon the Painting by Paul Davis of the Statue of a Young Confederate Soldier
Upon the Painting by Paul Davis of the Statue of a Young Confederate Soldier —on the cover of The Fugitive Poets: Modern Southern Poetry in Perspective (William Pratt, editor, 1965)— in honor of Clyde Wilson… »
Modern Times
Goodbye, Dear How seldom now do you begin with Dear, Both warm and formal (civil) but a mere First name — “David:” — like a Sir or Madam Summons to a wayward child of… »
Test Pattern
It filled the screen from midnight until dawn After the late show, anthem, station sign In those brief early days of innocence When television broadcast black and white. The pattern was rectangular, abstract, Made up… »
At the Grave of General Francis T. Nicholls (1834-1912)
St. John’s Episcopal Church, Thibodaux, Louisiana Fenced off by iron and antebellum oaks These April graves grow fragrant in the sun. Sprung dandelions, puffballs, and buttercups Tremble against the fissured concrete urns Whose lichen-blotched worn… »
Building the Fiddle: Prologue to a Book of Poems about Louisiana and the South
on Driskill Hill, north Louisiana “Throw out the radio and take down the fiddle from the wall” Andrew Lytle, “The Hind Tit” I’ll Take My Stand (1930) for fellow southern poet Jim Kibler When daylight… »
