Father Dabney, Author at Identity Dixie

In the Winter of Heroes

With the cold darkness of winter falling, I am haunted by ghosts. The clouds are grey and with little light

Growing up in the South, nothing seemed as manly for a young boy as some sort of wound. A cut,

Some time ago, I listened to two men debate, each trying to win an argument, neither was yielding. Each got

The autumn air was crisp and clean, the leaves not yet fallen by the wind, I sat reminded of yesteryears,

In the course of the day to day, sometimes we are arrested from our routine by events, even visions of

I’ve been worked up about this for the last ten years, so you should read this at volume 11! Imagine

The interesting thing about the South is our ability to improvise. Nothing in the South and among Southerners is broken,

The storm was long, the night darker than dark. Flashes of lightening breaking against that darkness, as if angels had been

As my recent custom, I have been listening to the Holy Scriptures as a discipline, understanding them as a narrative,

Southern poetry