‘Where White Magnolias Grow’ by Michael Tyler

By Michael Tyler, EJS Poet-in-Residence The soil of its soul is biggity cruel and unforgiving,And the cracks across its crust are the scars of Dixie scorn.Its ground has long been hostile to rueful cultivationAnd its terracotta earth is chocked with petrified contempt. Only rain with blended blood can make it ready for the sowingAnd theContinueContinue reading “‘Where White Magnolias Grow’ by Michael Tyler”

‘And…’ by Michael Tyler

By Michael Tyler, EJS Poet-in-Residence I awakened on Tuesday to the disturbing news of yet two more lynchings. For months now, these stories, woefully unreported and shamefully dismissed, have plagued my conscience. While growing up, I was told by relatives, who lived through America’s lynching spree during the early to mid-20th century, about eyewitness accountsContinueContinue reading “‘And…’ by Michael Tyler”