Cigars have a strange place in the American psyche. When most of us think of cigars, I imagine we have an almost cartoonish image in our minds of Wall ...
Where There’s Smoke… ~ by Jenn Couture
When it came down to the gritty stuff of exploration, there was no place better than the lush, mysterious wilds of my aunt's back yard in the white ...
Smoke Signals ~ by Kristen Hubbard
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Burma in Nashville: Finding One’s Way through the Haze ~ by Amanda Cantrell Roche
The apartment complex in Antioch, a suburb of Nashville and home to many of the city’s international communities, sprawls over a hill, dorm-like ...
Smoke and Emotional Damage ~ By Jenn Couture
Folks suspected it was arson that started the fire in the cellar of my Grandmother's house in the early hours of that November morning. Kids, they ...
Once, When I Was A Gringa ~ By Jenn Couture
Visiting one of the other Americas, I climbed the Pyramid of the Sun. I climbed in single file, the way it had always been done, pausing at each ...
Some Women ~ By Jenn Couture
Some women curve into the heel of a man's boot like a wisp of smoke. Some women curve into a man's words until they have nothing left of their own ...
My Smokeahontas ~ By Mallory Mapes
So I buy a pack, and I buy a lighter, and I keep them with me at all times. I stand outside and wait. Sometimes, I keep the cigarettes sitting ...
Everyone Watches Fires ~ By Mallory Mapes
Like when they were building the house next door. Some wood scraps were burning in a small pile outside, and it spread to the whole front yard. We ...
Spoken Word’s Southern Skin ~ by Amanda Cantrell Roche
Minton Sparks Amanda Cantrell Roche ...