finished. covington's book traces the writer's journey though an infatuation with the snake handlers to a new awareness of who he is. descriptions of the handlers are disturbing, while covington's language often captues the ecstasy of religion.
also read a short story entitled "snake handler" by catherine ryan hyde. quite charming! don't want to give away story. ah,
i'll post a poem from my chapbook, _southern girl gone wrong_. enjoy! respectfully, rhoda
The Picnic
When the heat hits 90,
Mama calls for a picnic
and heads for Double Bridges.
We pitch a quilt.
She kicks off her sandals.
A ballerina in flight,
she talks of infinite beaux.
They called her a knockout,
prettiest girl in Nashville.
"So little four eyes, know
why I’m stuck with your dad?"
The ending never changes.
She got knocked up.
I’m proof.
I wish the water would flood,
suck her back into ooze,
make her scream for me.
Then I’d toss her sandals
off the bridge and watch them
float downriver.
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Gosh C, I really love this one too. You write with such a unique voice, yet I can relate to it.
I've got to send more folk over your way.
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