Discover the captivating allure of the Deep South through the haunting and powerful verses of one of today's most accomplished poets.
Southern Bredis a haunting, powerful collection of gothic poems that captivate and transport the reader into the heart and soul of the Deep South. Each poem offers a glimpse into its mystery and enchantment, drawing you in with a blend of beauty and darkness. In the style of a memoir in verse, it showcases Ghigna's southern soul and his tender, yet piercing language, and affirms his place as one of the finest poets of our time.Charles Ghigna lives in a tree house in the middle of Alabama. He is the author of over 100 books and has written forThe New Yorker, Harper’s, Rolling Stone and The Wall Street Journal. Poet-in-residence at the Alabama School of Fine Arts, instructor of creative writing at Samford University, and nationally syndicated feature writer for Tribune Media Services, Ghigna has read his poems at the Library of Congress, John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, American Library in Paris, and the International Schools of South America.Southern Bred In the backyard of my father's house a hen's warm neck once filled my pale fist.
Her place on the stump still wears my shadow like a stain.
1952 I was six when they stuck me inside the scrapbook with a puppy in my lap.
Reopening it all now, my hand touches the truth of my father who made me sit still in that soft moment when everything became so neatly black and white.
Jimmy’s Dad Jimmy’s dad looked like an empty mailbox on a cloudy day. He wore gray overalls and carried a red bandana in his hip pocket that hung straight down like a windless flag. He wore stiff black shoes and carried a metal lunch pail. “James” sat over his shirt pocket announcing his name to the world. Little strands of black threalS4