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One Night at the Gaston

Forty years ago, black and white came together as one for a rock-and-roll movie in a Mount Holly theater. The author, now a rock-and-roller himself, was there, and he remembers the night with hope

American Dream?

Ghenet pulls some shirts away from a wall, exposing an area scarred by the shotgun blast that killed her husband. She’s run the store since her husband’s death, but she doesn’t like it. “Every person who walks in that door…

Policy of Containment

It was 2003, and we had tried a number of methods for removing the persistent bamboo infestation in our Myers Park yard, but despite escalating strengths of Roundup—from weed killer to brush-killer concentrate—nothing worked. During the previous summer we discovered…

You Are Here

Ana managed to get away. She found a factory nearby where she was hired without having to produce a work visa, and she made just enough there to regain some control of her life. She left the people who’d invited…

These Voices Carry

From a piece titled “Alamo,” his lyrics are full of military metaphor (more on that later). His voice rises and falls as his arms punctuate the air. I’m not tired of being tired. I’m tired of having this tired skin.…

This Guy Plays Rock and Roll

David Childers sweats. Now here’s where a writer could get melodramatic or metaphorical or hyperbolic and write that he sweats the sweat of rock and roll or some other crap like that because, really, isn’t most writing about music like…

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