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(excerpt from Cherryville)

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    Writer Dawn T. Jones on Saturday, July 7, 2018

    Writer Dawn T. Jones on Saturday, July 7, 2018

    Atlanta-based writer Dawn Trowell Jones will read from and discuss her work on Saturday, July 7, 2018 at our next salon at the Microscopic Theater. Dawn is a speculative fiction writer and poet. She describes her writing as dark, hard fantasy and social science fiction—stories about new paths, dead ends, and personal narratives that bind. I find both her fiction and poetry intriguing, highly original, and intelligent, and urge you to join us for what promises to be an excitin
    Cord in the CCC

    Cord in the CCC

    He walked from the house at seven a.m., having ignored his mother's request to move some sacks of millet before leaving. He had slept late, in fact. And after he rose, and dressed in his best overalls, flannel shirt, and shoes, he poured milk into a tin cup and flavored it with copious molasses. He stirred, drank, left the dirty cup on the kitchen table, and strode out the door. Shep panted up to him for a smell of the fresh denim. Cord gave Shep a little pat on the head. "'B
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