southern gothic

  • The Beginning of the end.

    New Orleans is different before dawn. The drunks have mostly surrendered. The tourists are asleep beneath hotel sheets they will complain about at checkout. And the dead finally have the streets to themselves. I had one thing left to do before I left. The cemetery gates were still locked when I arrived, which felt appropriate.…

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  • There is a place in Texas called Uncertain and honestly the name fits better than most people realize.Uncertain sits out there in the middle of nowhere fast surrounded by weeping cedar trees, bayou water, old stories, and generations of “don’t ask” and “don’t tell.” The kind of place where secrets sink deep into the dirt…

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