I went up into the pasture this morning to get my last set of cows to milk....
Creative Writing
A couple of nights ago, I had one of those parenting moments that seemed like a scene...
“A change is coming.” Vicky sang that blues song all day, “A change is coming, but I...
Written by: Charles Ramsay McCrory The day her summer-long depression lifted, Julie announced that she was writing...
“Watching Son House perform bottleneck guitar was akin to seeing a locomotive on a downhill run…” –...
I took some criticism for this bit of travelogue. Not for participating–after all, the Meat Man was...
“The melancholic music of Negro American folk origin, the blues emerged slowly at the turn of the...
Oxford Writes is a single-day writing event and the brainchild of Mississippi native and Oxford writer, Jeff...
We were pulled over by about six police cars just outside downtown Oxford not long after a...
Some two decades after first hiding in a bedroom closet in the middle of the day when some...
“Muscadines” Muscadines, muscadines Lenten-purple fruit of the land the supreme bunchless grape Muscadines, muscadines the word itself...
In Russia we have a great respect for bread. We call it “Father,” say “Bread is the...
“Like Sun” I don’t remember this: drooling in my crib, the mom whose name I didn’t...
In the 1962 movie Kid Galahad, Elvis Presley belted it out like so. “A poor man wants the...
Marc Ribot, the well-traveled guitarist best known for his work with Tom Waits and the Lounge Lizards,...
“Sugarman done fly away, Sugarman done gone …” – Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon The confounding and...
“Muddy’s actual birthplace [was not Rolling Fork but] to the west and north of there… Issaquena, pronounced...
First of all, this story is 100% true. My Daddy died on a Wednesday—the night before Thanksgiving....
“Paths” I used to be so bored with my father’s walks in the woods And never...