โThe Glass Hammerโ by Andrew Hudgins reimagines an impactful childhood memory that explores the disaster naive and unheeding curiosity can lead to.
My mother's knickknack crystal hammer
gleamed by her silver tray.
O pick me up and play with me,
I heard the hammer say
‘Begotten’ appears in the American poet Andrew Hudgins’ poetry collection The Glass Hammer: A Southern Childhood (1994). This poem is about a child finding his resemblance to the other members of his family.
I've never, as some children do,
looked at my folks and thought, I must
‘We Were Simply Talking’ appears in the American poet Andrew Hudgins’ poetry collection Babylon in a Jar (1998). This piece is about a car accident the speaker managed to avoid.
We were simply talking, probably work, or relatives
or even Christmas presents, when the car slid
and I corrected, fishtailed and I corrected, then we were gone,
sliding sideways, sliding backward on black ice