Leather by Robert ClintonPosted on September 2, 2016March 30, 2023 "Sometimes I feel like an ex-pat in my own nation,/ and an outsider among my own people until I remember/ Grandpa’s hands teaching me to scour banks for mudbugs/ to be eaten at dinner, like he did as a kid." Advanced Writing CoursePoetryamerican south cooking diaspora family food heritage identity race