I speak North Cackalacky

                                    Clanka Lanka

                                    Kakerlake

                                    “tsalaki” (cha-lak-ee)

                                    stuck down here

                                    up here

                                    in the boondocks

                                    in Cackalack

                                    beach

                                    mountains

                                    BBQ sauce

                                    don’t forget the sweet potatoes

                                    Sigogglin’ (crooked not straight)

                                    in the Smoky Mountains

                                    (there’s no E in Smoky)

                                    beware the dingbatters

                                    in the Outer Banks

                                    and you might could

                                    ride your lawnmower to

                                    the grocery store or

                                    ride your tractor to the movies

                                    or move your recliner onto

                                    the front porch just to watch

                                    the lightning bugs or

                                    turn your carport into a living

                                    room with cinder blocks

                                    only in North Cackalacky

                                    yeah, I speak North Cacaklack!

Please check out me explaining North Carolina aka North Cackalacky for my poet friend Rick Lupert for his pop up PR for his new poetry book “The Low Country Shvitz” (poems about Savannah, Charleston, Asheville, Charlotte) here: https://youtu.be/Qzi9vM-6xe4 and then get your own copy of his book (where he brings the humidity not the heat to these wonderful travel poems) here: https://www.poetrysuperhighway.com/rick/about/the-low-country-shvitz/