It's time to dump the alias and write under my own illustrious name--Chella. Don't really understand the pseudonym either. Rhoda's the name of my youngest and plumpest cat: she of silken plumpitude. Rhoda is also a character in Woolf's _The Waves_ as well as Mary's best friend on the "Mary Tyler Moore Show." There are lots of reasons to choose to be a Rhoda but I've decided to do a Toto and pull away the curtain. Here's another poem from my chapbook.
My Turn to Watch Granddaddy’s Body
He’d sit in a cane rocker on his dirt yard
shirt cuffs flapping yell to mama
girl bring me some tea.
Lucky for him she adored her daddy
otherwise that old goat
would’ve died a lot sooner.
A mining doctor he bled the sick
for money they never had called them
When they couldn’t pay he bartered
for crops coal corn liquor
loved devil’s brew more than himself.
I thought some angry miner might
kill him with a bad batch instead
he died in his sleep at ninety.
I didn’t like him alive don’t care
what happens to him now but in respect
to all the dead I’ll stay my time.