Linda J. Himot: Four Poems
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
Starting out in New York I gradually migrated south—Charlottesville, VA, Highland County, VA and now Tallahassee, FL where flowers bloom year round.
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Ann Chandonnet: Three Poems
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
After spending 34 years living and writing in Alaska, poet, food historian and nonfiction writer Ann Chandonnet is spending her "Golden Years" in Vale, North Carolina, where she gardens and listens to owls.
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Susan Carter Morgan: Three Poems
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
I moved almost every year of my life until finally settling in Virginia 35 years ago. Every time I drive through the Blue Ridge mountains, my breathing changes. I know it's spring when my fringe and dogwoods start blooming. I love calling my historic town home.
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Heath Jones Carpenter: Three Poems
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
I have spent the majority of my life in small-town Arkansas, with small stints in Europe and Florida. In that time I have experienced the glorious and the grit that encompass Southern living: Mint juleps and front porch sitting mixed with dirt roads and mosquito swatting. In the end, I am more Southern Gothic than Southern Gentry; give me Oxford American over Garden and Gun—O'Connor, Faulkner, and Percy are my champions.
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Rita Quillen: Three Poems
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
My husband and I, whose families have lived in Scott County, Virginia for generations, raise Angus cattle on a southwest Virginia farm just over the mountain from the little community of Hilton, Virginia, where I grew up. I play oldtime music with the Rockhouse Stringband, following a long family tradition. My husband has not followed in the footsteps of his grandfather, who was at one time a moonshiner.
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Kathy Ferrell: Two Poems and a Haiku
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
A native and mostly life-long resident of West Virginia, I am descended from several generations of Irish stone masons and English sea-farers. When I discovered that my great grandfather arrived here from Limerick, I immediately understood why I so often think in rhyming verse, and why my father was more comfortable telling stories from his head than from a book.
Possessed of such a strong Appalachian accent that fellow West Virginians dismiss me as a congenital idiot, I’ve learned to use it for my own entertainment. I am adept at forelock tugging and “shining on”. My dream is to see drastic change in what passes for “Patrons of the Arts” in West Virginia, in that I would like to see fewer hors-d’oeuvres and more books and actual paintings in their homes.
I throw rocks with remarkable accuracy for an old woman, and once came jailhouse close to bludgeoning some fool to death with my cast-iron skillet. While he slept off my fried potatoes.
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Curtis Dunlap: Two Poems
Southern Legitimacy Statement #7:
These things I learned as a small boy living in the south: 1) A penny placed on a railroad track becomes a highly prized possession after it’s flattened by a train. 2) A dead snake draped across the branch of a tree will end a summer drought and bring rain. 3) Swapping a flattened copper penny for a flattened copperhead is an equitable trade. 4) Draping said snake onto the top of a withered tobacco plant will make it rain, too...leaving an eleven year-old boy with the distinct impression that he’s solely responsible for saving the family farm and the occurrence of Hurricane Abby.
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Peter Sragher: Two Poems
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
southing with the sun. sun never has south. at dawn it drags its red face from east through the cold water, a beauty in its coolness, as if it were blood trying to warm up for the flow through the body. the sun at dusk glows down in the west, far away from our eyes, loosing it’s body in the night mysteries. in midday sun is a yellow sphere you cannot look at, cause you would burn your eyes and wouldn’t see the incandescent raging sun any longer. his face lifts the north, rises the north feeling into the air. i’m though always southing. the sun cannot ever turn south. the stubborn sun cannot get to earth, down, down, to feel my smooth south soul. I will once teach the sun to south, to put his heart on the earth and glide on the feeling.
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Michelle Hartman: Two Poems
Southern Legitimacy Statement
Michelle Hartman was left on a doorstep in Fort Worth lo these many years ago by a band of post-reactionary, Pagan Gypsies. After a grueling four years at the Martha Stewart School for Exceptional Females she took her rightful place beside the lucky man who won her in the county "Ho Down". She's taking a break today from polishing silver, planning a week of gourmet meals, buffing the handcuffs nicks off the headboard, and building one hundred and twenty rabbit figures from various sizes of marshmallows, to share her poetry and short thoughts on a complete life.
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Hal J. Daniel III: Two Poems
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
Except for a 2 year post doctoral fellow stint at the University of Zurich and a 2 year visiting scholar appointment at the University of Washington, I have lived my entire 69 years in the South including Tennessee, Mississippi and North Carolina.
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Glenn Halak: Two poems
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
I grew up with my great-grandmother half the time and she inspired me to paint and write. She left Georgia in a covered wagon sometime after 1867 - when she was born - to live on a Texas farm near Texarkana and to marry a musician/composer who taught high school bands all his life. When I was two I remember a tornado coming to the farm, a wagon, and then pitch black outside. But I spent most of my growing up time in Wisconsin. My great-grandmother became bedridden when a drunk hit the car my grandmother was driving killing my great-grandfather in 1943. I often lived in their house with its many paintings of southern landscapes and darkly genteel poetry and all the stories of cousins and tornadoes. My grandmother never lost her Texas accent and didn't want to. My great=grandmother was terrified she would wake up in her coffin. She died in bed at the age of 97. I for felt her pulse because my grandmother was afraid to. There was none.
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Michael Evan Parker : if it rains
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
Raised and fed by a Southern lady from Chattanooga, who taught me good eating and good manners.
When I die and go to heaven, I’m praying the heavenly banquet will include:
Fried Livermush
Pintos (with pork in them)
Green beans (with pork in them)
Collards (with pork in them)
Corn bread (with pork cracklins in it)
If there is no livermush or pigs in heaven, then–if I have my ‘druthers–I reckon I’ll have to stay right here in North Carolina.
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Daniel Pravda: Sanctuary
Southern Legitimacy Statement:
I was born in Norfolk, VA and raised in Virginia Beach. I have danced on Jefferson Davis' grave in Richmond and smoked his eagle-claw pipe in Hampton. I live in Norfolk today and teach at Norfolk State University. I say "y'all" every day.
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