Alice Bishop ponders the crossroads of love and marriage, of blues and women, of railway bridges and the Mississippi.
Should we get married? Abraham keeps asking. My feet stick in the famous Mississippi mud. The water is high. It’s rained hard for days now. The cotton fields lie fallow. Awash. I watch the swirls and eddies and the floating debris.
Re-wind to Alice’s tender story, initially posted here in 2014, and based around the 1930 song Last Kind Words Blues by Geeshie Wiley.