Tag: Lookout mountain
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Getting Lost on Christmas
Getting Lost on Christmas began as a memory of disorientation—driving home after a midnight service, fog thick, the road winding like a question. I wanted to ritualize that moment not as a metaphor for despair, but as a spiritual pause: a place where grace arrives quietly, without asking your name. The poem echoes the nativity…
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SEE ROCK CITY
I don’t know if SEE ROCK CITY is still stenciled in white on black on old red barns along dusty Southern highways. The old black and white photos weren’t arrows, more like anchored arks that floated menageries of tourists to Lookout Mountain to see miniature Fairy Tale Caverns, villages of Mother Goose creatures, a…