A Perspective Identity

I came from “dirty” “mixed-blood.”  I’ve been hungry most of my life. All I ever knew was hard.  But before, there was Cara.  It was all I could do to wait for the lunch bell.  She lingered across the field, by the wild honeysuckle that hung from the live oak tree.  She came from Georgia.… Read More

Geography of Self

Geography of Self ©by Trace Taylor (2015) I came from dirty mixed blood. I’ve been hungry my whole life. All I ever knew was hard. Then I met Cara… I waited at noon for the lunch bell. She’d come from across the field where I waited by the wild honeysuckle that hung from a cypress… Read More