James Seay

The Weight of a Feather

By James Seay

Where Books Fall Open

By James Seay

One Corner of Yoknapatawpha

By James Seay

You Dumb Bell

I do not want her generic or sentimentalized. I want her to be somewhere between the girl surrounded by white blossoms in a lily pond and the young woman bleeding in the cane field with a lone scar...

By James Seay

The Chandeliers

Glyn had left us some beer, so we sat in the sand and looked out over the surf, talking about whatever guys talk about when they are lifted from their routines and set down on a strand surrounded by...

By James Seay

Snugfit Eye Patch

I wanted to be like my father. But after the loss of my eye, I sensed that his attitude toward me shifted, that he no longer saw me as a son who would be able to fit his concept of manliness.

By James Seay