Farahn Morgan

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  • Nov 19, 2025
    “Over or under?”  The old timers are taking bets on how much juice there’ll be after we run the Dale variety sorghum, tall and straight and stark naked in the...
  • Nov 5, 2025
    It is a golden afternoon in autumn. The sun, high in the western sky, warms the soil and casts the fading harvest in hues of yellow and crimson. The field in front of Gaver Farm is...
  • Oct 2, 2025
    It’s Saturday morning, and a crowd is gathering in a parking lot off Main Street. It’s been raining hard for the last hour, and blue-grey clouds still hang low in the...
  • Sep 23, 2025
    I lost a cabbage this summer. I left it too long in the field and let it dry on the stalk. When I saw it baking there in the summer sun, I dropped to my knees and cut deep into its...
  • Sep 8, 2025
    The house is not old. Still, it’s curious in that way that old houses often are. There’s something about it, something that feels candlelit — like the whispering of...
  • Aug 18, 2025
    In McCalla, Alabama, out where the Appalachian foothills yawn and stretch before coming to rest further south in fields of ripening cotton, there’s a lake where David Havron...
  • Jul 8, 2025
    I’m headed East on 58 from the City of Norton to a place that doesn’t have a name. It’s nowhere really, nothing more than a wide spot in the road. To tell you the...
  • May 28, 2025
    “Look, let me get another one of these.” With an index finger, the man at the bar taps the empty Coors Light bottle, its silver label peeling at the edges. Black flies...
  • Apr 7, 2025
    Old-timers who try to tell you what long-haul trucking was like in the 1970s will start with the frenetic rhythm of the highway and then somehow end up talking...