Andrew Hudgins

(22 April 1951 -- / Killeen, Texas)

Andrew Hudgins
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Andrew Hudgins was born into a military family and spent his early childhood moving from base to base. When he was in high school, his family made its last move, to Montgomery, Ala., where his father subsequently retired from the service. Although an average student, Hudgins read voraciously as a child. He decided to become a writer, but, to please his parents who were concerned about his ability to support himself, he earned a teaching certificate while attending college. After graduating in 1974 with a BA in English and history from Huntingdon College, he taught for one year in the Montgomery public school system.

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  • Rookie Sherry Woodard (4/16/2014 4:10:00 PM)

    Loved In the Well. It pulled me in with a wonderful surprise ending. I hope to learn from your writing it is awesome! !

  • Rookie Sandra Larimore (3/25/2014 9:02:00 AM)

    Your poem, In The Well, reminded me of an incident when I was eight. As an eight year old child, I was playing with my Boston Terrier, Ritzi. All of a sudden, she disappeared into the ground! I screamed for my brother, who was fourteen at the time. It was an old well or sink-hole, about twelve or fifteen deep, with water, also deep. My brother climbed into it, and rescued my dog, who was paddling and splashing, going under, before re-surfacing! I had dressed her in doll clothes, and I'm sure it further hindered her ability to swim. I didn't think how close I came to falling in, as I had been walking backward, holding her two front legs. I don't think anyone would have heard me, had it been me, as we lived on a ranch, and my brother, cleaning in the barn, was quite a ways off. He told me later, that he had to listen close to the sound of my calling, because it may have been the wind, which is relentless here in Wyoming. At least my experience had a happy ending. I enjoy your writing.

  • Rookie Gilbert Gia (3/24/2014 5:59:00 PM)

    Starts with the familiar, concrete, moves to self, leaves reader wondering Am I right?

  • Rookie Mary Reid (3/23/2014 3:15:00 PM)

    engaging poetry; sense of surreal that I like

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In The Well

My father cinched the rope,
a noose around my waist,
and lowered me into
the darkness. I could taste

my fear. It tasted first
of dark, then earth, then rot.
I swung and struck my head
and at that moment got

another then: then blood,
which spiked my mouth with iron.
Hand over hand, my father
dropped me from then to then:

then water. Then wet fur,
which I hugged to my chest.
I shouted. Daddy hauled
the wet rope. I gagged, and pressed

my neighbor's missing dog
against me. I held its death
and rose up to my father.
Then ...

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