Mama by Victoria Nations

Mama   by Victoria Nations   “Mama, I dug behind the coop today, but I didn’t find anything.” Mama sat stiff, her hands gripped on the chair arms. Her gnarled fingers were gray where they curled around the ends. She glared at the shovel, at my hands, to make sure they were dirty enough. “I…

That Funky White Light by Fred Shrum, III

That Funky White Light By Fred Shrum, III I expected to hear trumpets.  I thought I would see horsemen.  I predicted that the Mississippi would run red.  But we can’t always get what we want. How does a man test his mettle when his hand is made of leather and his throne of wood? The…