Deer Jerky by Orla Simpson

A delightful delicacy for an eight year old

Who considers them her friends


I still ate it.

I couldn’t say I remember the taste


My father owned a shotgun

I only saw it once.


A redneck

rocket scientist


The kind with all his teeth

But none of the drawl


A trade off.

I wanted to trade back


Like a gift

your grandma gave for Christmas


Thick knit sweaters

A block of cedar in your dresser


13 acres and still

no room.



Orla Simpson is a student at Durham School of the Arts. She has been published in her school’s literary magazine. She also wrote and helped produce a play through her school’s theater program. She enjoys writing poetry and playing frisbee.