Tag Archives: Larry D. Thacker

This Will Move Too Quickly for the Eyes

You know these spots in the forests. Writers of a special precision of the ear have listened there: “All speech made here will know an early withering,” James Still prophesied of a portion of wilderness, a certain acre I imagine, … Continue reading

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Plotting

                                                            For Annie A friend mentions taking her daughter over to their plot and I mistake it as the same thing we would have done in my family, my grandfather and I stopping off at one of the cemeteries where our … Continue reading

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A Tree Grows in Appalachia

Like us, it’s hard to tell what we are from certain distances, and even if we could get up close, up on the outside of the fourth floor, scaling the building to where the roots commenced, in some miraculous way … Continue reading

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To Know Out There, Simply

How a tree twists in the wind, but doesn’t, the entire tree never in unison if we care to notice. For if we did, we’d come to know how half a tree, and half of halves, never meet other parts, … Continue reading

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Reservations

A small handmade marker stuck in the grass with my father’s distinct printing marks four empty gravesites bookended by used graves of my mother’s kin. On the opposite side of my grandparents’ stone are two empty rectangles of grass, reserved … Continue reading

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