Me, At The Lake. Fulton, MS. 9 May 2015.

A friend of my great-grandmother's, 1977.

December 3, 1979. Funeral of my great-grandfather Owen.

From my family archives.

A poem of mine over at @txtobjx -- such a lovely journal <3

The beautiful room is empty

Where is the body that continues to live after reading through the prayers of childhood?

Where is the body that empties itself every morning, hoping to remain empty?

Where is the body that passes by the doorway to the beautiful room, wringing

its terrible hands, consumed with entering? Where is the body that never forgets?

Jonathan May 07 22 16

Matobo National Park, Zimbabwe. June 1994.

From my childhood.

November 1967. Memphis, TN. My great-uncle (I know) and his wife (I think).

They put a Jeff Koons sculpture up at The Dixon in Memphis. 

Water Valley, MS. Train depot.

Memphis, TN. 1970s.

My father (third from left), his siblings, and my great-grandmother on a road trip to California. 1965.