By Jimmy Reed —— Bio and Archives--February 14, 2016
One-eyed Deacon hauled cottonseed from my father’s gin to the oil mill in town. His cornflower blue glass eye neither matched the brown one, nor were the two orbs synchronized. The good eye bulged like a bulldog’s, while its store-bought mate floated up, down, and sideways.
One day I asked Jaybird, my boyhood best friend and mentor, how Deacon lost his eye.The Comment section of online publications is the new front in the ongoing Cancel Culture Battle.
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