Lets all be pluralists and turn off the TV we’ll seek the common good, embrace diversity there’s more than one way to see, there’s mine and yours through the eyes of me Lets all be moderate and make a bubble bath we’ll keep it cool enough that nobody gets mad and keep your hands where [...] Continue Reading »
pluralists: a music video
2the story you get and the story you have
6(by Levon who is still listening to Tyler James, “It took the fire”) With renewed vigor I’ve come home to Knoxville determined to do something. I still don’t have the what exactly, but I’ve got the where. Kentucky and Virginia are forever our family homes, but this is the place that we’ve come, left, returned [...] Continue Reading »
going into today
4(by Levon who is listening to Tyler James, “It took the fire”) My heart is full. From the bitterest loss to the strongest bond of togetherness, my heart is just full, and of what I don’t know. We miss someone and there is a void. For moments, the same longing can make a houseful [...] Continue Reading »
“Still Smiling,” remembering Dana Lynae Powell Ford
5“We was running roads together before we could drive” -Gwen “She was really good at flat footing or any kind of dancing” -Caleb “”All us girls wanted to be like her” -Leslie “We was as close as sisters” -Shonna “Mom would take Glen’s hippie van around town with her hair up in a baseball [...] Continue Reading »
passing down and looping back
0“Passing down and looping back” is about family lineage. “People are interconnected, by genes and traits, and we form holes with our individual parts.. that process is interesting because we are often made in one place and given context in another.” We went to a baby shower last weekend and you know [...] Continue Reading »
pictures I like: back to Tazewell again
0(by Levon who is listening to Bob Dylan, Mississippi from Love and Theft) Two weekends in a row we’ve gotten to spend in Tazewell, VA. Pretty soon I’m going to get up there and get stuck. That’d be fine.
feeding Eddie’s mules
0When Aunt Gwennie tells me to do something, I say yes. That’s gotten many a feller in trouble, but I suppose trouble is looking at me either way, most cases.
pictures I like: those guilty of moments glimpsing into the soul of a waffle house jukebox
0“I turned my camera on…. It hit me like a tom…. You hit me like a tom…” Spoon
remembering Eddie Addair Sr.
8Just some thoughts and memories, as told by close friends and family members. Eddie was a big joker. If you’d get a broke leg and we’d get a laugh, well you might just get a broke leg. But he didn’t mean any harm. Eddie was fun, and that was his way. Eddie and Bobby Rowe [...] Continue Reading »
eating grasshoppers, motel HBO, and fighting Brian
0It’s good to be home. It’s good to be 60 degrees and be home, I should say. Fondly I remember those last couple of days, burning the last of our wood, purging the cabinets, and trying to dry laundry with a space heater and a woodstove. I baked enough bread and prepared enough quinoa to [...] Continue Reading »