Rensing Center Writing Residency – part two



Even though I grew up in the east, I have been awed by how different the south is from the north. Nature is more abundant here. This must have been the place where man first stood and said, “We must conquer nature!” I can handle the heat and humidity, but the bugs are really testing me. Ellen said, “You got to be tough to thrive,” and she would know. I have been keeping a list of southern sights and novelties that I have both loved and loved to hate:

Screened in porches, misty sunsets, sudden downpours, fireflies in the pasture, dense green forests, bug bites, the scent of everything pungent and ripe, singing frogs, beads of sweat, sprawling manicured lawns, shirtless men in trucker hats worn without irony riding tractors, signs that read “No trespassing. Violators will be shot. Survivors will be shot again,” churches with steeples, graveyards full of tombstones with no first names and no dates, bright red cardinals with black crowns, intricate spider webs, confusing racial relations, box turtles in the road, waterfalls, warm swimming holes, golf carts, packed campgrounds, confederate flags, legal moonshine, cotton gins, bluegrass jams, flea markets selling peaches and watermelon, waving from cars though rolled down windows…

Though I am finishing up my last days at Rensing Center, I plan to explore the southern Appalachia area for a while longer, adding to my list of amusements as I go. I am sad to leave though. I have had a very productive two weeks of writing here, being a hermit, taking long walks and joining communal dinners. I would recommend the Rensing Center to anyone considering the application fee. It is a completely unique residency and anyone would be fortunate to stay here.

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