This week, I’ve been thinking about pears. Mmmm. Pears… Pears? I can almost see your furrowed brows. Why pears? you may be wondering and well you might. Apples are, after all, the glory of Albemarle County. We have our own heirloom variety—the tiny, tart Albemarle Pippin—not to mention apple festivals and fall pressings and, my personal favorite, …
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… I could tell you all about the South
all about me
the Spanish moss I call my hair
the way my mother bleeds Tabasco
When I sing the blues
the river is the bass line
Listen
Listen
You can hear the tree frogs
crying
– From “Lies to Tell in Denver in a Heat Wave,” The Goddess of Gumbo (2006) -
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