Danny Parker
Danny Parker DANNY PARKER Poet, Sculptor, Photographer I was born in Lubbock, Texas, and lived on a cotton farm in Ralls until I was six years old, raised by my grandmother Margaret Birdie Whitmore Staggs; I always called her Mama Bird. My first pet was a full-blooded, full-bodied Chow Chow named Ranger, who was the light of my little life. Ranger and I would roam the fields of cotton, and when we would tire we would lie down in the field with my head on his side and fall asleep together. Mama Bird and I would retire to the living room every evening after doing dishes. She would read to me for hours on end. We traveled the world over with Sinbad, Gulliver, Aristotle, Plato, Socrates, and with the prophets of old. What a wonderful time! My grandmother was my tutor and confidante as we shared the worlds of the seen and the unseen. As time progressed Mama Bird and I were parted; as it were, the fire and the kindling. But the embers had not grown cold, and later in my life the embers