Horrible Harvest
The Untold Story of the Confederate, Augustus Tennyson
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Trigger Warning: Depictions of Domestic Violence Momma stepped out the front door of the house, and I could feel her woe from the muck of the paddy. She come off the porch and it looked as if she was walking on broken glass with hell at her back. Charles followed, giving the ground all his…
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I give a prayer that Momma’d fount her way out the house unseen, and that she was halfway to Charleston proper by now because there was shit-all-else I could do. I knew it was a waste of hope, but the mind turns to fantasy when the blade tears at the skin.
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“You’ve bought me a beating, missus.” Momma didn’t offer up a reply. She got herself in a race to out-smart Mr. Stockton, and she drug Tate along with her in the process. She felt shame for it. “Why?” She sputtered out this word and that, trying to piece together a defense for what she done.…
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Momma stood but didn’t offer no greeting. Mr. Stockton didn’t acknowledge her effrontery of silence. “Mr. Miller caught wind of your troubles, Mrs. Tennyson.” “I am sure he did.” “He’s asked me to express his dismay and assurances that he has sent his legal advisors to Charleston to offer Mr. Tennyson and Douglas their services.”…
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I thought this video from Twin Cities PBS appropriate for this blog for a number of reasons. One – This is a blog that focuses on the Civil War. It’s true that I am writing about the experience from a Confederate perspective (fictional) in an effort to explore the deeply seated, blood-thick racist ideology that…
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Without Daddy there, we had something on the farm we ain’t never had before. Peace. The stale air of fear was gone. We could breathe a bit easier. Smiles was more frequent. Life was just goddamn good absent that evil sumbitch jumping up our ass for this, that and the other. Tate took up directing…
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Full disclosure – This is an AI generated audio version of yesterday’s chapter, The Reek of the Day. It’s one of the most emotional passages in the book, so I wanted to know how AI would handle it. I wanted it to be subtle, but impactful. You’ll have to tell me how close this clip…
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I stepped in front of momma. Daddy’d made me a man in Galtville, and I was eager to show him what I learnt. He laughed. “Boy’s got it in him now. Showed him a good time, I did. That feisty Tennyson fire is burning through him, yes it is. He got to see him a…
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We got back from Charleston proper the day they come for Daddy. I’d seen a lot since I’d left previous. Most I didn’t have no interest in remembering, but you can’t choose what lingers in your mind. Memories choose you. They make you. I was made different since we set out for Galtville. I was…
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We cut through the path on horseback with a great deal more difficulty than I remember from my boyhood. It ain’t been used by human nor horse in decades. The woods had a great deal more tangle in it than it used to. I expected Allison to give complaint after complaint about the conditions, but…
Horrible Harvest 