Writings by: Lucien Darjeun Meadows

This author has written 2 pieces


Growing up, we lived down in a holler, and sometimes, Coyote loped through our fields—nothing to eat but okra And tomatoes—before crossing dirt road to Baker’s farm. Sometimes, a scream unlimbing chicken.

Night in the Burned House

In my old bedroom, in this house now my Aunt A’s, walls mottle grey into black, char hiding that this room was ever painted purple in a hope that someone would guess, would know. Burning night, my hidden journals blown across the field—and my aunt, gathering boughs for wreaths, found…