About the Author
Born in Winter Park, Florida, at the same time Walt Disney World was being completed, Worthy Evans grew up in several South Carolina towns. Evans is a graduate of the College of Charleston who has served as U.S. Army combat engineer, an award-winning local sports reporter, a copyeditor for an independent scholarly publisher, and a corporate communication specialist. Whether gainfully employed or unemployed, in the bleachers or in a cubicle, Evans has remained a poet at heart, cultivating the verses found here in his first book.
Read an Excerpt
Four weeks ago Matthew moved
some bones from the back yard
to the front yard. Three weeks ago he
helped his mom around the house,
picking up laundry, throwing loose paper
away. She gave him two dollars.
Two weeks ago I took him
to a dollar store. Matthew walked back
to the wall of dime toys and found
a green revolver, little gray blackjack
and gold handcuffs, shrink-wrapped against
an upbeat cardboard law-enforcement sign.
One week ago he climbed into the truck
with his revolver that he constantly
clicked. He left it there when I pushed him
out for school, and it sits here right now,
on the seat. Every person talking about work
on the walking trail, every mocking bird,
every passing car, click, click, click.