Erica Dawson Q&A on a current poetry project
Erica Dawson talks about a poetry project that she’s currently working on.
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Erica Dawson Q&A on Fishouse poets to check out
Erica Dawson talks about some of her favorite poets for listeners to check out on Fishouse.
Berry, the sweeter
I put my makeup on and make my face in shades blending to shadow. A man looked good because I’d not seen him before. Fuck yes I pulled a woman’s belt loop just to get closer. I was low enough to touch somebody’s This is me. I’ve known the darker the […]
Condition
For some, it don’t mean a thing without the swing of a gavel and a trace of doubt can trump a circumstance. Oh beautiful for skies too small. Today, the paper boasted this— Five Local Policemen Tied to KKK— italicized as if to shout, It’s new. This. When […]
Mary, with swag
Mary said, I deserve a steed for this. The sex that didn’t need bodies. This swag. No hip craned nearly out its socket. Not one flex. Seduction is when, down on my knees, my lip gets licked by Common Whitlow. You must get comfortable, get both your hands dirty […]
History
In that endless season of dead grass and rot, I stood in a tree and named the cows in the field beside my house after brands of sodas. I’d go to Jeb’s when his mother was out and we’d wear her silk nightgowns. Basketball boobs, stitches stretched, we lip-synced as Celine and Whitney, […]
Hello My Name is Also Jacques Rancourt
So you already know we’ve placed ourselves in the nape of the rake. Copper harp. Sickle- tongued. You know each year we’ve braided strands of wheat into rope to tie about our necks. My father, a Jacques Rancourt too, split back the wormed casing of a rotted tree to remind me we […]
Bounding Wet Dark
and the fields are wet too, the grass, the questions we press together to answer. You are the last candle from the barn I blow out. Sunday wish, we are alive only a short time. What is the purpose of a field if not to lie in it?— So we […]