Michael Gills

“That day we topped a hill at noontime and the land fell away in a panorama so I spun on a foot gazing on the fields of blood–red poppies that…

Renee Harvell is bewildered by the South. People are named Peck Titsworth, for Christ’s sake, and every curve in the road hides a dead dog or a “Prepare to meet…

In this book of creative non-fiction essays Gills tells us stories from his life. The title piece, White Indians, is a “visionary memoir” that recounts Gills’ experience as a participant at…