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#Mississippi gothic
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In the south:
God is an old man with fingers gnarled like the branches of an old oak and the Devil is his dark haired grandson that he just can't seem to control.
Angels are blue haired crones who's voices always seem just a little too quiet or a tad too sweet, and demons are the beautiful young mothers clad in white, perched in the choir on Sunday mornings.
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crumb · 9 months
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Mississippi River's edge, Southern Louisiana (1978) Ph. Nick DeWolf
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pamietniko · 5 months
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walking along the Mississippi River
Minneapolis, Minnesota
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meulia · 1 year
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abandoned royal land amusement park in meridian, mississippi (source)
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spidersonline · 2 years
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Lumberton lament
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angelunderheaven · 6 months
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highway80stories · 6 months
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The romance of Levi Hooper and Lucy Cooper was an unlikely union; absolutely, an attraction of opposites. They met while living across the street from one another in Jackson, Mississippi. Lucy was a hell-raising rebel and Levi was a church-going, salt-of-the-earth young man. Lucy was attracted to Levi mainly because he was nothing like the people she’d been involved with up to then, and Lucy had grown tired of her life and was ripe for a change. Levi was attracted to Lucy because, well, for one thing, she was a very sexy lady, but more importantly he intuitively felt that she wanted more out of life than her drinking, drugging and wild partying. Theirs was a true love which they both felt strongly, but a love that was destined to be cut off far too early, its potential left unfulfilled. © 2017 Frank David Leone, Jr./Highway 80 Music (ASCAP). The songs and stories on the Highway 80 Stories website are works of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.lyrics.
Listen/purchase: Levi and Lucy by Highway 80 Stories
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alliluyevas · 5 months
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i'm still perplexed by that post ethel cain made about people falsely applying the term "southern gothic" to media that is not set in the american south (which is definitely a thing that happens) but then followed that up by saying that there's only like five states that can be southern gothic anyway which is still haunting me like. i feel like even with the least expansive possible definition of the south it would still be more than five states first of all. also which five states was she intending to refer to?
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milkymarble · 15 days
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land of honey
here is an ode to all those south of the mason-dixon line, on either side of the grand mississippi
i like the taste of wild honeysuckle, smell of maturing magnolias. there's warm spring days, with rolling thunderstorms at night, sidewalks still wet the next morning
there's ladies with big hair, bigger weddings, inviting hald the town to watch you say "i love you i do I'll always love you"
neighbors gossip, hushed whispers and giggles, i like small talk with people in line at the grocery store, asking if they like that brand of bug spray
a cacophany of cicadas at night, whippoorwills and chick-a-dee-dee-dees, lullabies of croaking bullfrogs
i like faded churches on the side of single lane roads, you know they used to be just one big dusty room and i guess they always will be
i like red crosses and soup kitchens, storm shelters and booster drives
thanks for the casserole when my aunt died
i like peach cobbler, chess pie, country fried steak, loads of butter and eggs and flour and sugar
tea so sweet your mouth puckers, boiled peanuts sold from the side of the road, only $1.50 and you get free directions to the waterfall
i even like the people who hunt, i do. especially the ones who use all of the animal, who thank the deer for passing quickly and for gifting them a glorious dinner
the people who give antlers to their dogs
i like old women with hair so white its blue, with a smoker's rasp, with metallic lipstick and starched blouses, patent leather shoes and big red pocketbooks
i like driving through marshes and fields, cow pastures and blue ridge mountains, creeks falling to forests growing to gardens
i like square dancing, and slow dancing even more, and the little dark raves tucked in corners of empty downtowns filled with everyone like you
i like bluegrass and blues, jazz on corners in the french quarter, zydeco in acadiana, yes even country, i like singing country on the porch
i like slow guitar and crooning melodies of heartbreak and first love, of missing mom and hating dad
i like old faded trucks, the ones low to the ground without big engines, i like train tracks overrun with weeds
i like mardi gras, flashing beads thrown in smoky air, feathered up floats, stereos turned loud
i like the hundreds of peachtree streets and dozens of martin luther king jr. boulevards
there's buford highway, where you can eat food from every corner of the globe and still be right at home
pass by billboards in korean, spanish, english, all in three square miles
i like drag queens in sunday best, the same florals my grandmother likes
i like straw hats and creased-up boots, i like paper fans exchanged from hand to hand
i like hearing "yall stay safe now" i like how everyone is honey and baby and sweetheart, even if you've never met
i love you trailer park beauties
stay true, hillbilly rednecks
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desolatus · 1 month
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Do You Believe in Jesus, I Do
William Christenberry
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originallokifaded · 6 months
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🚶🏾‍♂️…… One step at a time….. Your almost there…..
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r2emha · 1 year
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A collection of stuff from my new zine Untitled William Faulkner Project.
It includes a selection of original artworks, literary citations, original texts and collages made from archived photogrphs from 1920′s and 30′s Mississippi. All based on As I Lay Dying and The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner.
This has been a passion project in the works for months. I’m thrilled to see it finished!
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crumb · 9 months
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Mississippi (1968)
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theheadlesscrow · 2 years
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Follow me: Instagram / TikTok / Amazon
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meulia · 6 months
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an abandoned post office. the only visible remains of the ghost town of winchester, mississippi. the rest of the town is covered by forest. november 15, 2022.
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