National Poetry Month: Am I going to get raped in the park where I read my mother’s poem by Anne Marie Rooney
Am I going to get raped in the park where I read my mother’s poem by Anne Marie Rooney Is that why they keep the gate locked so I can know not to enter I am every girl on a bicycle and my hair feels good I want to say salty but river beside me oils a...
National Poetry Month: ANATOMY (II) by Rachel Mennies
Anatomy (II) by Rachel Mennies Today I let a man touch me whose hands had been inside the dead. We make a habit of this: touching after anatomy lecture, after convocation with the cadavers, the basement of fumes and rubbery cold muscle. Together we reclaim the twin...
National Poetry Month: [ANNA] by Julie Carr
[Anna] by Julie Carr Finds a bird’s nest in a pile of leaves. Tightly wound scraps of the news. Carries it into the house and sets it on the table. After a while, she goes back out to play. The game she’s playing is called “Anna.” It’s a game in which...