Kinder, Chuck

Chuck Kinder is an aging hillbilly-hippy poet type who is currently sinking into his ever deepening dotage like a Gulf sunset as seen through an empty martini glass in Key Largo, Florida, where he is in awe of pelicans (who put him in mind of drunken pirates) and palms, the only trees he knows with balls and wings, whose feathers rustle in the warm Florida Bay breezes like secrets whispered by green-eyed long-gone hippy princess beauties or fading memories of childhood tin roof rains. In his youth, Kinder wandered West out of the hills of Appalachia on the lam from lawdogs for running moonshin...