“Satchie: Excuse me, I'm an enlisted man too. Nothing more was said. In the dark wooden room, Kenny and Satchie had the seethe of men with hardened hearts seered by the stench of burned human flesh. No smell like it, Satchie remembered. Gut-curling, episodic explosion of the soul that blasted even the bearest of men. So they hung in joints under Jax signs and Dixie beer relics where they drank their poison and enjoyed false remedy.” New OrleansLouisianaKennyPoppy King The Novel SeriesSouthernlitSatchie Author:Toni Orrill, M.Ed.
“Poppy held John's hand until it came time to walk alone behind older men, lick a wound instead of rely upon a kiss, or even begin to sense how people can be wicked, the world displeasing and all of life beaten by grace.” PoppykingthenovelseriesSouthernlitSouthernfiction Author:Toni Orrill