The Stoplight

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by Matt Jones  It must have been a sign of progress once. After all, before Archer City, Texas, was a one-stoplight town, it was a no-stoplight town. There must have been some kind of ceremony about it — a crowd, a ribbon-cutting, a speech. The potential in the air must’ve been palpable. Most locals probably…

Windmills

by Kathy Floyd (2013 writer) Are they objects of beauty, the giant pinwheels that rise out of the mesquite andbrush? Their long blades turn with easy grace in the hot, dry Texas breeze, transforming that energy into the fuel that powers all our comforts and new-fangled gadgets. Or, are they soldiers of white steel and…

Walkin’ the Streets

by Keith Harleson walkin’ on this ol’ road seems to get old Sometimes just tryin’ to get from one place to another just won’t ease my mind tryin’ to get from my house down to the school just ain’t what it seems to be but walkin’ the streets of this old town is just killin’ me…

The Truth about Archer City

The Truth about Archer City By Tom Junod   I have always preached that writers should have a personal connection to what they’re writing. I have always insisted that writing, at its best, functions as a record of finding a personal connection to what you’re writing, hiding a personal connection to what you’re writing, exploiting…

New for Friday, October 4, 2013

Friday night rodeos in Archer City were a time of hand-wringing worry for Lona, who often chose to listen to the announcer from her kitchen window rather than bear to watch her sons fall off a horse in the arena. Now 102 years old, she finds peace in prayer. Her son, Bob, turned to poetry to…