Let Jesus love them all. Let Jesus love every fucking one of us. As his poems demonstrate, word and action marry for good and ill, to help and to hurt. The covenant between word and action cuts to the heart of who we are as human beings. If he represents a direction in southern letters, Hudgins represents a generation which voices its uncertainty concerning what to say.
Good words go bad and bad words sometimes thread their way toward the good.
Mom, Andrew spit in my Kool-Aid. You ll be the death of me. If you don t pull that pouty lip back in, I ll knock it back in place for you, young man. Mom, Andrew s breathing on my pillow. Each night I pray for you.