I am stealing Elizabeth O'Rourke's gorgeous structure and skillful enjambment in her beautiful poem, "I Have Done Small Things" :: "have closed up/the tear where the down spilled out of my daughter’s winter coat" https://t.co/dD6sj4ZENg @MERliterary
I'm reading this essay, from Mom Egg Review, with my four-week-old infant wrapped to my chest. "How when I’m alone the silence is nearly frightening." Myth of Motherhood Poetics by Jennifer Givhan https://t.co/NdTRVUsju1
My review of Eileen Cleary's strange and gorgeous book of poems, "2 a.m. with Keats" came out with Tupelo Quarterly! https://t.co/cSvRW8bP1y @QuarterlyTupelo@cleary_eileen
"Because I cannot touch you, I smell the insides of my hands. The smell is an egg, just cracked." from Sara Elkamel's gorgeous poem. Oh! The water imagery paired with death, the structure, the slow climb to the last line...@salthilljournal@SaraFarag https://t.co/OEC9JJucBy
Happy to see my review of Jackie Wang's "The Sunflower Cast a Spell to Save Us from the Void" on North of Oxford: https://t.co/L0janx3dte @LoneberryWang
I very much enjoyed this review by Mindy Kronenberg of Allison Blevin's "Slowly/Suddenly" and just requested it from my library.
"I’ve eaten your heart.
I’ve eaten myself eating your heart. Don’t worry.
I gather your tears and eat those too." -Blevins
https://t.co/DeIU4vTJcW
Aubade means a morning love song. I love this skillful enjambment and melodic symphony of words in "Aubade with Hope" by @flourish_joshua https://t.co/NEIKKJs3Tr @PalettePoetry
I inhaled Cheryl Klein's suspenseful memoir. As someone navigating both adoption and infertility, it felt like she was writing parts of my own life. Read my review here: https://t.co/lr8HgIZ73s @cherylekleinLA @brownpaperpress
Just discovered Deborah Landau. “Skeleton” and “Flesh” bruise me, unbalance me, reposition me and scare me. Wow. https://t.co/SkI8QRlRN1 via @NewYorker
“The cat tails loft upward, moving in the breeze. This is a place of light, where we are made of light, where we float on water. Sun makes our skin taste salty.”
Read @alexisldavid Alexis David’s essay “We Talk About the Wind" w/ art by Rebecca Ward.
https://t.co/RWaE2nDeAb
“The cat tails loft upward, moving in the breeze. This is a place of light, where we are made of light, where we float on water. Sun makes our skin taste salty.”
Read @alexisldavid Alexis David’s essay “We Talk About the Wind" w/ art by Rebecca Ward.
https://t.co/RWaE2nDeAb
Feel like reading poems about sad and beautiful wonder? Here's my review of Lawrence Raab's book "April at the Ruins" @tupelopress https://t.co/sHXDK63BAT
Love this poem by Emma Bolden. It hits me with a brick over the head and then heals me better than before.
I’m Building a House https://t.co/S6DD1gMZnW