Evie Shockley
SAVANNAH

south of somewhere, dry
or swampy, you are defined


by, thrive on, heat. or you
steer through water while water


seeps through you. carry
your bridges where you go,


like the troubled drink they
span. the damage someone


planned for you is sharp,
predictable, dull. the darkness


you chose and courted rides
your skirt up your thigh. you've


planted a foot on the fence
rail, part stabilizer, part


launching pad. desire blooms
about your torso like bites


coaxed open with gnawed-off
nails, like charcoal roses.
from the book SUDDENLY WE / Wesleyan University Press
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"This poem and the others in the series from which it was excerpted were inspired by works in visual artist Willie Cole's stunning, life-sized print series, Beauties, which were made by flattening old ironing boards to the point that they could be inked for printmaking.  Cole titled each print with a woman’s name, an homage to family members and other Black women from the era when ironing was both drudgery and a skill."

Evie Shockley on "the beauties: third dimension"
Collaged image of Sabrina Orah Mark's headshot and the cover of her book, Happily
"Sabrina Orah Mark: Happily"

"Much as fairy tales are feral, forever escaping a simple, reductive meaning, forever changing shape and being retold, forever out of fashion and always enduring, ancient and contemporary at the same time, Sabrina’s essays refuse to be only essays, somehow becoming fairy tales themselves."

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Cover of Jennifer Atkinson's 2016 collection, The Thinking Eye
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Jennifer Atkinson on "Landscape with Jeffers and the Connecticut River"


"But how do we live with our knowledge and the emotional cloud of fear, guilt, anger, grief, and helplessness, a cloud that surrounds us, each of us alone, and all of us together? That cloud has become intrinsic to my ecopoetical work. Burdened with the beauty and loss and malicious awfulness ahead, weighted with the anxiety that hits whenever a winter day dawns without frost on the ground or another 'unprecedented' downpour rings in the gutter, how do I live?"
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