Poetry
And If I Fall There’s this cathedral in my head I keep making from cricket song and dying but rogue-in-spirit, still, bamboo. Not making. I keep imagining it, as if that were the same thing as making, and as if making might bring it back, somehow, the …
… ward where Mary Privitte worked were full, the emaciated bodies in tremors, the blues and greens and browns of the … lost to her, spooning him boiled eggs and stewed fruit, combing with her fingers his sweat-matted hair and cleaning … on his mouth, before the hemorrhaging finally took him. He died that morning with his fingers curled against his cheek. …
Poetry
… I say to you? when I’m not a stone burnished by water to become a face or a reed punctured by wind to become a … and that I could have resembled my sister who screamed then died without noticing she was alive for only an hour and did … the lake then extend my salaam to the Nazarene who doesn’t die since within him is God’s breath and God is a prophet’s …
… 1917, who suffered from alcoholism and mental illness and died prematurely: Hart Crane, Theodore Roethke, Delmore … poets in our youth begin in sadness; / thereof in the end come despondency and madness,” we must look to Jarrell’s … Wasn’t that a wicked thing to make a child do?” In 1926 the lonely, handsome boy posed for the statue of Ganymede …
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… or resources too often go untold. In Virginia, Black women die from pregnancy complications at a rate more than double that of white … during pregnancy, labor, and after delivery; they are also trusted members of the community they serve, and as …
Interviews
… who do extraordinary things worthy of the big screen—to complement our Winter 2013 issue . This installment … There were the affluent and middle-class people, and we also had a huge sub-prime market—people with marginal … Virginia; she blogs regularly for VQR. Visit her website at jenniferniesslein.com . By Jennifer Niesslein …