A native of north Louisiana, Whatley graduated from Jesuit High School (now Loyola College Prep) in Shreveport and received his B.A. in English from the College of Charleston in Charleston, SC. Later, he received an M.F.A. in Integrated Media Arts from Hunter College of the City University of New York. His poetry has been published in Heavy Hands Ink, Birmingham Arts Journal, vox poetica, Taj Mahal Review, Deep South magazine and Poets for Living Waters. Currently, he teaches English in China. more »
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H.D. Whatley Poems
St. Simon's Island
I park the blue Chevy ragtop Down by the old Coast Guard station. There are lots of cars in the parking lot Which means the beach is really crowded today.
The beach was red, red red Like it was covered in blood. I saw the picture of the brown pelican bird All soaked in fresh crude oil.
Wuhan weekend We took the high speed train to Wuhan On a Friday night after dinner.
We drove the old Ford wagon across the gulf states of the South from Louisiana all the way to the sunshine state of Florida. We stayed with my aunt and uncle on their farm in Lake Helen with orange groves and lots of room to roam.
Momma kept filling the pail with sand. She dumped it out to build a castle. Junior took some reeds and broke them up. He stuck them into the castle towers
I walked through the Lion's Bridge Where they sell all the savory smelling food And the neon lights along the Hunan Road taste like candy. After my evening stroll, I took the No.3 bus back to my hotel.
We jumped into my friend's VW And cruised on down to the Jersey shore. It was brutally hot that August day But man were there girls galore.
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St. Simon's Island
I park the blue Chevy ragtop
Down by the old Coast Guard station.
There are lots of cars in the parking lot
Which means the beach is really crowded today.
As I stroll down the sandy beach
I think about how I got here
And how relaxing St. Simons Island is
Compared to the big city where I used to live.
The people here are as friendly as can be
And nobody is in a big hurry.
The seafood and local cuisine is delicious
And the sunsets are beautiful to watch.
So when I feel a little blue
I go down to the pier in the village
Or sometimes I go to ...