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Southern poetry with both humanistic and naturalistic tones; a vividly detailed look at life, nature and the South.
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James V. Davis of Albany, Georgia has published a book of poems under the title Trickles From a Dry Well. The book had its formal presentation at a poetry reading and book signing party held at the Albany Museum of Art on July 23, 1998. Attendance was by invitation, and several hundred people attended. Davis has appeared at several other book signings in Albany, Valdosta, Americus and Dawson, Georgia. He has also appeared on the panel of speakers at the 1998 Writers Workshop held at Andrew College in Cuthbert, Georgia and was guest reader at the Americus Poetry Slam at Pats Place on September 21. Davis has been active in the Slam movement since its inception in 1997.
Trickles From a Dry Well has been well received. Articles about Trickles and about Davis have appeared in The Albany Herald and Albany Magazine, and Davis and his book have been featured on three television programs.
Davis holds a JD degree from Emory University in Atlanta, Georgia. He has practiced law in Albany, Georgia, since 1941. He served as representative to the Georgia General Assembly from Dougherty County, 1949-1950 session. He also served as Mayor of the City of Albany 1964-1967, and as City Attorney 1968-1992.
Davis has had a lifelong interest in poetry but most of his poems have been written in the past ten years. Some of his poems have appeared in and/or have been accepted for publication by Poem, Snake Nation Review, Southern Poetry Review, The Poets Voice, Flint River Review, ByLine, The Heartland Journal, Fairly Graphic, Savannah Literary Journal, Mediphors and Grays Sporting Journal.
He presently lives in Albany, Georgia, with his wife of fifty-one years, Jean. They have one daughter, Carol Adair, who lives in Montgomery, Alabama.
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ALLIGATOR
Deep in the dismal darkness of the bog
he lies in wait like a floating log,
a prehistoric dragon with a coat of mail,
fearsome teeth and a saw-toothed tail.
If you wander through the swamp at an indiscrete pace
you are liable to discover his hiding place.
He will eat you for dinner, no malice intended,
he will eat anything that can be apprehended.
He has no affection, he has no hate,
he is nothing but a tool in the hands of fate.
If he grabs your leg and pulls you in the slough,
don't be offended. That's what he's s'posed to do.
THE CHIMNEY
Wild turkey tracks and raccoon scat
spoor the old woods road, now abandoned
to the briars, splashed with verbena
cloned from the summer sky. In a grove
of water oak and hickory trees an ancient chimney
totters in a tilt, held together by
the unpassage of time,
and rumpled rusty remnants of a tin roof,
punctuate the wild with an exclamation point
to mark where man once smote the wilderness,
filled the air with wood smoke smell
and scared the deer and turkey. No voice
is heard to tell their saga,
how it ended, where the people are, only
the whisper in the redding maples, only
the silence of the old tin roof, only
the leaning failing unbricking
chimney.
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