HeyJaredThe Life of Boyd
The Life and Times of Alexander Boyd Campbell, II, of Jackson, Mississippi, a child of the sixties, somehow still alive, Still Trying to make things better than they were. I make things with just words. I love Science fiction, Art, and Literature.
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My Ghost (opens the original)
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My only love is a ghostFollowing year by yearmanifesting herethen herethen here againshe exists forever beyond my fingertipsHer universeout of phasewith mine.
The Mississippi Democratic Party (opens the original)
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“Oh god, here he goes again…”I’ve sat across tables and discussed books with the likes of Willie Morris, Ray Bradbury, Larry Brown, Eudora Welty, and Fay Wray, but—for me—there’s a Mississippi writer who counts for three of them, so that’s who I took to the Mayflower that night. Moving fifty-pound boxes of books for my dad meant I could afford occasional nights out, only I was very selective about who I invited. Dinner à la neon in the Mississippi twilight with an old friend, but not an equal. I
A Good Guy With A Gun At Cornell (opens the original)
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Whenever Brother Lewis is in town, we’ll have a drink and compare notes to make sure that, at no time in the past, did we cross streams, meaning we never galvanted with the same fair maiden in hopes they weren’t actually a maiden. There’s a forty-year grace period on these stories, because a gentleman shouldn’t admit to doing such things. Tom’s dad was one of the most important religious leaders in Mississippi’s history. Tom and I weren’t burdened the same way. Doug and I do the same. Mississipp
A Pile of Ashes (opens the original)
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There are a million love stories,But Im a monster at the tea party.Little girls die in my arms,or die because my arms were in another state.Fathers die believing they can pass their child’s life on to meand life is so fuckng hard.I remember her eyesI remember how it made me feelI was so youngof all the things I’ve lostall the fates left mewas the capacity to lovestanding tall in a pile of ashes
Mississippi Book Festival 2026 (opens the original)
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My father-in-law was one of the most popular pediatricians in Mississippi. Many of you may have been his patients. Cecil would work wonders with crying babies. I asked him once what his secret was. “Treat them like they’re your friend,” He said.At the Mississippi Book Festival, I ran into one baby that could only high-five with his feet. He had perfectly good hands, but he preferred the feet. I found those terms acceptable. I saw a four-year-old with an Avenger shirt on. I asked him which Avenge
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