In the silence of late 2020…
I began to write. I have never written anything but songs and poems but I began to write and write. Anything that would come into my newly sober, isolated and insane mind. So I am not a writer but I wrote anyway. over 300 pieces in about 7 months. I carved it down to ten issues, ten pieces per issue, also including photos I’ve taken on my mom’s old Canon F-1 over the years. Poems, essays, observations, about the Beatles fashions or a stripper I met in Pensacola or the civil rights history of Chris’ Hot Dogs in Montgomery AL, where I travelled to interview the staff. A lot of things came from the quiet so I tried to let it flow and here it is: The Wicker Basket. If you’d like one, contact me and I’ll send it your way. $20
~ EB
