Author: Chris White
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Always the Artist, Never the Art
Writing is exile. Painting is penance. Music is the weeping of a soul that cannot be…
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Tennessee’s Bigfoot, Thomas Sharp Spencer, Man or Myth or Both
byChrisWhite (2025) They called him Big Foot. Not because he smelled of pine needles and wet…
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On Tenterhooks
He exhaled once. A crow somewhere flapped, then stopped. It’s wings drooping like sickness.
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Vengeance Among the Dead – A Lullaby for the Murdered
Here, the dead would not be disturbed. Here, no shovel or knife would defile their rest…
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Prescription Nation: Cured to Death by Commercials
These ads paint sickness in high definition, then frame the cure in airbrushed smiles and sunset-lit…
Ramblings & Revelations 