Tag Archives: Harper Lee

Mockingbirds

It never occurred to me to kill anything, to consider color in such a way that didn’t reflect the sky. My stones were saved for rivers, wishes, wanderings where I might need to know the way back, might need to … Continue reading

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StorySongs

… There’s a man on the street with dirty feet and an old guitar. He’s got $18 in an old jam jar, but he can’t seem to remember his way home. There are stories in his veins and in his … Continue reading

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