F. D. Davis is thirty-two going on seventeen. She lives and loves in the Deep South with her husband, their sons, their three fish, one dog and one cat. She enjoys reading, drinking wine, long naps, photography, drinking beer, barbequing, eating barbeque, drinking whisky, and making fun of the way ducks walk at the park. She does not like the way the ducks chase you after you laugh at them. F. D. Davis has been writing poetry since she was eleven. This is her first published poetry collection. It will not be her last.