A few months ago I had the opportunity to talk to Rick Bragg about his latest book, Jerry Lee Lewis: His Own Story. You can that read that interview in the Winter 2014 edition of Creative Nonfiction or you can read a PDF of it here.
Your son
When your son reached across my hot plate and speared his fork into my hash browns, I fought the primal urge to stab my fork into his grubby little paw.
Summer Girl
I never knew her name But I loved her Because when she ascended from the water Her long brown hair clung To the back of her neck And her one-piece swimsuit. She lived behind freckles And her brown eyes Never met mine. The giant concrete pond teemed With kids – mostly white, some black –…
The Word was God
“It’s just like Charlie Brown!” I knew my stepmother’s words came from a place of affection, but it didn’t feel like it. I had worked diligently on this short story about a young boy and his debilitating crush on a girl. Her words had reduced my work to a story that could be slapped into…