| Last Night of the Revival by Michael Chitwood | ||
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We grow vivid, like the page in the photo album where the color shots begin. Pink. Red. Flushed with body heat and salvation, God’s rash tinting ears, necks, cheeks, so many crowded in and the furnace below working against the worldly wind. “Come in, O Sinner, come in.” Going out we begin a new life. The night, snow, bare oaks, moon, all black and white. How would our bodies, breathing the tang of stars, not love this cold? _________________________________________________________________________ MICHAEL CHITWOOD is a free-lance writer living in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. His poetry and fiction have appeared in Poetry, Ohio Review, The Southern Review, Threepenny Review, Virginia Quarterly Review, The Oxford American and numerous others. Ohio Review Books has published two books of his poetry: Salt Works (1992) and Whet (1995). His third book, The Weave Room, was published by The University of Chicago Press in the Phoenix Poets Series (Spring 1998). His collection of essays, Hitting Below the Bible Belt, was published by Down Home Press (1998). Michael Chitwood is a regular commentator for
WUNC-FM. His book reviews have appeared in newspapers and magazines including the Greensboro
News & Record, Charlotte Observer and Duke magazine. He
is a graduate of Emory & Henry College (BA) and the University of |
