Category Archives: Paul Crenshaw


By Paul Crenshaw: FOR OKLA All that late-night talk of light, and life, all those words, which became like worlds. Which we both know were. If you even need words anymore, wherever you are, what world you find yourself in. … Continue reading

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Thinking of Chickens

Thinking of Chickens by Paul Crenshaw Travel for long in the state of Arkansas and you’re likely to find a chicken. Not that chickens run rampant, crossing the proverbial road at will, but the countryside of Arkansas, The Natural State, … Continue reading

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This Is My Rifle

This Is My Rifle by Paul Crenshaw A few months after I moved to North Carolina I was sitting on a porch with a half-dozen other people, drinking and talking about writing, movies, books we loved. It was October, and … Continue reading

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