There is the sound of geese -- hundreds, thousands of them -- and footsteps in a wet, barren field, the cotton all cut down to nubs, the black earth stretching out to infinity. There is a lone black teenager in a heavy coat. Icy water in the plowed rows. Gray, gray, gray sky. There is a car passing,... -
Finding 'Ballast' in the Delta's Emotional Weight
There is the sound of geese -- hundreds, thousands of them -- and footsteps in a wet, barren field, the cotton all cut down to nubs, the black earth stretching out to infinity. There is a lone black teenager in a heavy coat. Icy water in the plowed rows. Gray, gray, gray sky. There is a car passing,...-
By Neely Tucker