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Waking Past Midnight collects elements of the rough South and life as a teenager on the Delta, tinged with threat and violence.
In my late teens a pewter flask
Rode my hip and I tucked in my right boot
An eight-inch blade crafted in dimpled bone.
I didn’t court trouble, but knew cemeteries
Were full of coffins, their rubber gaskets
Rotting in the August humidity.

In Greenwood, Mississippi, my maternal
Grandfather primed his rage with bonded
Whiskey. He loved to roll the bones, to shoot
The jive with dock-hands behind the Quinn
Drug Co. A blue .38 riding his hip, he passed
The collection plate odd Sundays, blackjack
Tucked in his breast pocket. Some devout
Church-goer whispered how a white hood
And sheet haunted his bedroom closet.

Waking Past Midnight: Selected Poems

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      Publisher: Stephen F. Austin State University Press
      Publication Date: Publication Date: 31/10/2023
      ISBN13: 9781622882458, 978-1622882458
      ISBN10: 1622882458

      Description

      Book Synopsis
      Waking Past Midnight collects elements of the rough South and life as a teenager on the Delta, tinged with threat and violence.
      In my late teens a pewter flask
      Rode my hip and I tucked in my right boot
      An eight-inch blade crafted in dimpled bone.
      I didn’t court trouble, but knew cemeteries
      Were full of coffins, their rubber gaskets
      Rotting in the August humidity.

      In Greenwood, Mississippi, my maternal
      Grandfather primed his rage with bonded
      Whiskey. He loved to roll the bones, to shoot
      The jive with dock-hands behind the Quinn
      Drug Co. A blue .38 riding his hip, he passed
      The collection plate odd Sundays, blackjack
      Tucked in his breast pocket. Some devout
      Church-goer whispered how a white hood
      And sheet haunted his bedroom closet.

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