"Grape is the sweetest betrayal. There is no removing the stain of it say moms everywhere & even if kids choose it last, they choose it, as loyal to its sugar as any."
Category: poetry
New Poem Over at The Curator Magazine!
the lankiest one, voice on the verge of collecting crushes, is making himself up as he goes, a danger my dad’s admonitions cannot prepare him for; will justify the conflation of boy to body. Real Enough is real enough.
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New Poem in Green Mountains Review!
there are ways of being alive that look nothing like the somatic supposition opposite death. To be dead is something else altogether.
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New Poems in Madcap Review!
The cracks in my heart have not come from bodies offered in the guise of honey; haven’t shaken my hand seconds too long; taken my eyes for gazing balls; my limbs for casualwear. What pocks its surface could be mistaken for the debris their kind leave behind
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Revisiting the Elegy in the Black Lives Matter Era Virtual Tour
Please consider your institution--university, library, non-profit invited to engage with us in readings, talks, and panels. Also, ORDER THE BOOK! revisitingtheelegy.org @blmelegy.org
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Revisiting the Elegy in the Black Lives Matter Era
Revisiting the Elegy in the Black Lives Matter Era is an edited collection of critical essays and poetry that investigates contemporary elegy within the black diaspora. Scores of contemporary writers have turned to elegiac poetry and prose in order to militate against the white supremacist logic that has led to recent deaths of unarmed black men, women, and children. This volume combines scholarly and creative understandings of the elegy in order to discern how mourning feeds our political awareness in this dystopian time as writers attempt to see, hear, and say something in relation to the bodies of the dead as well as to living readers.
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Belonging
I don’t think there is anyone who doesn’t want to belong to something or somebody. Not ownership belong to but be a part of belong to. Even me. I say even me because I’m a natural, albeit ironic, loner. Ironic because I’m a twin and we make two of five sisters. Ironic still because there [...]
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A Conversation With Monica Hand (2012)
"Don’t misunderstand me. I believe in the power of poetry to heal and change but sometimes I am so tired of the atrocities in the world. One book of poems is just not enough. How do we make the blues go away. I want to write poems that incite, inspire a better world."
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No Easy Demon
2017 has been life affirming. I haven't taken y'all on the cardiomyopathy carousel much this year because technically it's all rather new; a little up and down like the carousel horsies; a little boring as incremental change can be; and more than anything for all my say-it-anyway-you-can banner waving, ummm, I'd rather not. Besides, I am so, so Here. And other people that were in my brand of canoe don't always get to say that. So, about being Here. That good girl project has been doing big things this year!
darlene anita scott 