"Rats!" said Sage, whose magic marker
refused to color any darker.
"Uh-oh. I think I hear them comin',"
I said. "Be careful what you summon.
Rats are responsive. If you call
too loudly you might get them all.
Are you prepared to deal with that?"
She scratched her head. "I guess not. Rat."
---From Mommy Daddy Evan Sage
A poem by Eric McHenry on Slate's website
A poem by Eric McHenry on Slate's website
I was unprepared . . . for the small masterpiece that follows this introduction. In the summer of 2009 I sat down with the manuscript and my red grading pen, which I ended up using mainly to put exclamation points in the margins. Peggy had a preternatural memory, and could call back every hue and texture of her childhood in the Ozark foothills and her young adulthood in the Kansas Flint Hills. -from the Introduction of Peggy of the Flint Hills.
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