Tom Poland

Photo: My grandmother and mother’s cornbread mold with an ear of Bradford heirloom corn. By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net Born of fire, master ofContinue Reading

Something about a rainy winter day fires up the imagination. For some. By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net I have long admired the work ofContinue Reading

By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net Photo: The ash door to the smokehouse in Historic Brattonsville. To some, the smokehouse remains a symbol of theContinue Reading

My lost geisha By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net It was the photograph in my father’s war album. Her white kimono. Hair black as onyx.Continue Reading

By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net Photographs speak if you listen to them. That curling, cracked Polaroid of your deceased uncle and aunt tells aContinue Reading

Red, messy, slick, and a trademark of the American South. By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net Drizzle drifted and spritzed as if it were JanuaryContinue Reading

The Horaltic Pose By Tom Poland: A Southern WriterTomPoland.net Back roads never disappoint me. Such was the case with a road, paved just a tad,Continue Reading

By Tom Poland: A Southern WriterTomPoland.net Sunday lunch at the Sea View Inn. Forty-five years it had been since my daughters and I were togetherContinue Reading

By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net Sea View Inn’s fried chicken. As evening shadows fell, I made my way home through woods. Overpowering the pepperyContinue Reading

In older times families ordered caskets from carpenters. By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net I hadn’t seen him in 10 years. Him would be theContinue Reading