“I forget the names of towns without rivers. / A town needs a river to forgive the town. / Whatever river, whatever town— / it is much the same. / The cruel things I did I took to the river. / I begged the current: make me better.”
-Richard Hugo
Chris Mattingly of Louisville, Kentucky, is the author of A Light for Your Beckon (translations of Anglo Saxon riddles) and the forthcoming Scuffletown from Typecast Publishing. His poems have lately appeared in Lumber Yard, Still, Louisville Review, Sawmill, and Forklift, Ohio.
Chris holds an MFA in poetry from Spalding University, cultivates a great big garden, plays the banjo, sometimes travels ridiculous distances for good burgoo and chess pie, and is the eighth-generation Mattingly to live in Kentucky.
On this edition of The Poets Weave, Chris reads “Folktale,” “Raw Deer Meat,” and “Teeth.”
