November 11
Do you remember when we went to Vicksburg? I barely do; it was during a photography phase, I saw only light and contrast. The negatives are somewhere, solo cannons, graceful oaks, field and sky the exact same value of gray when rendered in black and white. But these are Union men, I remember that much, were Union men, and a few Confederates they buried by mistake, and left, resigned to the politics of dirt. The […]
OPTIONAL POETRY 