Tag Archives: Bryan Merck

Minstrel Show

In Cub Scouts in the 3rd grade on a stage in a Methodist Church fellowship hall, (I swear this happened; it did) they dressed us in blackface and costumes and trotted us out. The assembled parents howled mightily. And so … Continue reading

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The Colors of Revelry

At a cheap carnival in a strip mall’s parking lot, I am compelled to revelry. I revel for a costly reprieve. I have pink cotton candy. Several children travel with me. They are dressed like turnips. Aunts Wilhemena and Helene … Continue reading

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On Lake Seminole

Under a whiskey benediction and the strength of a cloudless dawn, I float among the dead tops of an almost-flooded pine forest. I half-expect to pull in a mockingbird, a crow, or maybe even a red-tailed hawk. I sip from … Continue reading

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Emperor of a Small European Country

      “Oh, Oz never did give nothin’ to the Tin Man       that he didn’t didn’t already have.”                                     Dewey Bunnel He lived in an Airstream trailer with an American flag on a pole and bird feeders and bird houses surrounding amid … Continue reading

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James Dickey Goes to Heaven

The Southern gentlemen, so grateful, sit around the stove in St Michael’s Quick Stop. “If you all don’t do right, I’m going to have to send you back to a lower level,” cautions the archangel. These guys are a lively … Continue reading

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Tin Man

I push an organic carrot into my juicer. Cooking destroys the enzymes in fruits and vegetables. Raw food reminds my body to heal. I am keeping Henry, Kookoo’s potbellied pig; he grunts and sighs around my feet. I drop him … Continue reading

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