Dolphus Cue is a self taught writer on a mission. He set out to teach himself how to write in his home town of Gainesville Florida, the same year Richard Nixon resigned the Presidency. Essentially, he started at zero and labored for years in obscurity until a lack of faith married to a lack of confidence led him to give up on his dream of ever becoming a writer. Today it’s a joy to read his work. It’s infused with a delightful quality of bliss. Words, phrases, and even paragraphs leap from the page and take ones’ mind to a higher level of consciousness. His voice is like fresh water from an ancient spring. Surprisingly enough, it went unheard for nearly a generation.
Today it is only by grace or rather Providence that we are privilege to hear this new voice from an old source. It happened in the year 2000 as Dolphus Cue demolished an old rusty shed in his boyhood home. In the midst of the rubble he discovered a water stained cardboard box with his name written on it. He couldn’t recall the logistics that put that box there, but the moment he lifted the lid, he recognized the remnants of a dream deferred. The box contained the bulk of his early efforts at writing when he dared to dreamed of becoming a published writer. As he leafed through the pages, reading here and there and waxing nostalgic, he made a momentous decision. He would try it again. This was his second chance! He wouldn’t fail this time. He would publish everything in than that cardboard box or die trying. Gainesville Green is a story taken from that cardboard box, but fear not, that box is brimming with more.