Tag: Robert E. Wood

The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature
Poetry

Robert E. Wood: Three Poems

Southern Legitimacy Statement: I married into the South, have in-laws named Bibba and Boots, prefer Waffle House to Eggs Benedict and never use y'all as a singular form of address. That's about the best a Brooklyn boy has to bring to the table (and I will show up at that table for greens and fried okra).