Monthly Archives: September 2019

The railroad tracks behind my childhood home feature prominently in the tracks of my memory. It had been years though since I spent any significant amount of time on or around them. Chasing crawdaddies and tadpoles in the pooled water, … Continue reading →

Backyard My parents backyard, my hometown. The two-story farmhouse, yard sandwiched between that and a decrepit railroad tracks that an occasional string of cars parked on, railway screech, high pitched scream, en route to the steel factory, steel on steel. … Continue reading →