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Ghosts and gators, tipsy catfish and robot commandos (all the rest is gravy)

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'Cryin' won't help you' (Small-Batch Fiction No. 50)

The artist in his milieu (Small-Batch Fiction No. 93)

Books and other revelations (Or: Turning out the light in August)

What I'd give for that music to be good (Thoughts on the new Taylor Swift record; plus, the prescience of Jay Farrar and Son Volt, writing satire post-Vonnegut, that time Miley Cyrus cut Johnny Cash, and apologies to the great Pharoah Sanders)

Ode to Mississippi Delta-style tamales (Small-Batch Fiction No. 49)

I'm so lonesome I could write a song (Small-Batch Fiction No. 53)

Our Better Devils (Page one of a novel about these times, set ten years from now, w/ soundtrack)

The collected sentences of Eudora Welty

The writer's prayer

Ivy Coldwater and the town that shall remain nameless (Small-batch fiction No. 51)