wow, hillbilly, i didn’t know you had it in you. That was really hopeful and metaphorical and transcendent. :)

Another facet revealed.

So you are not a real hillbilly……
What a lovely piece of prose.

Wow, that gave me shivers, Sir Hillbilly. Beautifully written, reminds me of the way the dead depart us in Native lore. Brilliant.

Lovely little poem that winds up feeling very allegorical, even if I’m not entirely clear on the message. But it’s morning, and I’m feeling a bit thick today.

I don’t see how this provides evidence that he’s not a real hillbilly, it’s just evidence that hillbillies can be as deep and thoughtful as any other people. Like the Hmong as represented in Clint Eastwood’s opus “Gran Torino”, they are just misunderstood by outsiders.

I more felt that this spoke to 3 primal instincts, fear of the dark/unknown, the power and draw of fire, and the illusion of permanence.

4/5 cuz I’m stingy.

First off, congrats on being featured!

I agree with elsha about the transcendental feel of this story. My only complaint is you got Spageti all over your nice story. :-P