“Work: Savannah Roots,” a poem by Ron Smith.
Breaking through the Southern heat. “… we never lifted our eyes from the depths till the boss man said Lunch and the world came back …” To enjoy this feature as a broadside, drag the image below to your desktop. Or scroll down to read in plain text. Work: Savannah Roots ...
Two by Ron Smith: “From Around Here” and “Drought, Rome.” From “Rivals & Players.”
“You plunge into the world. You roll the dice. You make new friends, a few, or maybe none…” To enjoy this piece from “Rivals & Players” as a broadside, drag the sheet to your desktop. Or scroll down to read in plain text. From Around Here The heat, damned heat — and now humidity. A hundred-plus miles from the...
