Magical Reality in the Carolinas

Magical Reality in the Carolinas



Magical reality
In the Carolinas
Is not
The same as the Southwest.

Hillerman’s is dry, emaciating heat
And the other
Is dank, dripping, growing,
Moldy.

There is not so much dying
In Charleston
As there is always
Illness,

Putrid, rotting, festering, spreading

Suffering.

The central Atlantic coast is not about
Earthly murder and holy spirits
But about resurrection, about
The living dead,

Not about hot, spiraling, rising mirages,
Wafting hallucinations,
But about the commingling
Of hanging white smoke and sharp flames,

Hellish

Blessings.

In the desert

You can see the evil
And the enlightenment

From a mile away.

In the swamp
The things swim
Below the surface,
Bloated from their bites

Of the bodies

And the minds.





by Coke Brown Jr. -
as posted on Coke's Croaks -
www.cokescroaks.com