Tupelo Broadside Prize


Hayden loved to climb to the summit on one of the barren hills flanking the river, & stand there while the wind blew by R.J. Lambert

    syllables & sighs. Oh, the sounds around us were just words (a warren of warnings) & flowed like argot. My grandma was said to say, “a hitch in my giddy-up,” conveying many things (a love of horseback) (life is a rough ride). Despite all we were led to […]