In addition, Leigh Anne is a Kentucky native whose work has appeared in Foundling Review, Spry, Lunch Ticket, New Southerner and other journals. In 2013 her poem “Laika” placed second in the Argos Competition (Dorianne Laux judge). She is the recipient of the Kudzu Prize, a semi-finalist for both the Mary Kay Ballard and James Baker Hall Memorial prizes in poetry, and the editor of Two of Cups Press. Her chapbook, East Main Aviary, is available through Flutter Press.
The Bourbonista: Tell me about yourself in 50 words or less. At least one word must begin with the letter “X” and none can begin with the letter “S.”
Leigh Anne: Mom of 3 boys (which, I’m told, guarantees me a place in Heaven) wife of one wonderfully patient husband, herder of two ungrateful cats, warden of one dog, poet, publisher, tidier of nests, lover of fried food, loyal friend. Hungry-minded with no time for xenophobia or doubt.
The Bourbonista: Hungry-mided. I like that visual image. I can just see a big brain slathering information in Miracle Whip and gobbling it down. Lord, I even envision my brain using condiments. No wonder I'm zaftig. So, if you were a circus performer, what would you be and why?
Leigh Anne: Lion tamer, though I wish I were the lion.
The Bourbonista: But if you were the lion you'd be made to sleep in a cage and be controlled with a whip...oh, sorry...maybe you're in to that...no judgment...whatever it takes to keep the romance alive. Moving on, what would you do if you won the lottery?
Leigh Anne: After donating to charity and spoiling my family and friends I’d dine my way across the globe before eventually retiring in a swansong of cheese on an island in the Mediterranean.
The Bourbonista: Hell to the yes, I could totally spend a cool million on cheese, and never regret a penny of it. While we’re on the topic of food, if you were on death row…don’t act like you don’t know who you killed to get there…what would be your last supper?
Leigh Anne: A platter of garlic hummus, pita bread, tabbouleh, falafel, stuffed grape leaves, and a lamb gyro. For dessert, my grandpa’s key lime pie and a cup of strong coffee.
The Bourbonista: Greek, nice. That will make your transition to an afterlife of feasting with the Gods on Mount Olympus an easy one. Give Dionysus a hug for me, and tell him he is doing a great job overseeing wine and ecstasy...at least, in my life. If you were to write a short “Thank You” letter to your future self for all the cool shit you’ve done twenty years from now.
Dear Leigh Anne,
Thanks for knowing when to be in control and also recognizing when things were beyond your control. Thanks for taking risks, which is another way of saying thanks for trusting yourself no matter what your brain might have said. Also, thanks for all the working out and moisturizing.
The Bourbonista: Working out and moisturizing...I knew I forgot to do a couple of things this morning. So, this question is a serious one. If you were a booze, which booze would you be and who would you want to drink you?
Leigh Anne: Champagne & honey but I wouldn’t want to be kept on the shelf until there was something to celebrate. I’d want to be opened and enjoyed even if it’s a week night, even if it’s just a pajama and Taco Bell night. Especially then.