southern women serve strife keep lines of pride open trees are not taller than these broad vessels femmes who bear fully armored knights clinking from the womb but a night in whining ardor means black woman compelled how strange brown vassal on a bed of green needles ingests the fruit of georgia let that gestate […]
i was always an apple person, myself. the variety! golden delicious, the dark, deep red delicious, granny white, russet. sweetsweetsweetsweet sweet sweet sweet! bite in and let the juices commence to dribbling! oranges? if you’ve seen one orange, you’ve seen em all, i always said. some of them have thicker skins than others, but thick […]
they love him and i was with him: so they passed me the baguette, to rip off a fist-sized chunk, golden crust flaking onto the tablecloth in a crisp snow: they served up salmon, smoked, with dill sauce, thin slices of color itself: they tossed simple salads, lettuce and oil, and stuffed tomatoes for us, […]
Pardon the glaring mirrors, blinding sheets of two-dimensionality in which the glassy, glazed self, surface skimming, meets the flattened, leadened, inner, under bitch. They show what they must bitterly consume – are tongues that lick whatever dirt is cast against them, that reflect unthinkingly, loom unwillingly unwelcome, first to last, like mute Cassandras over ostrich […]
i. it was our hope to get there long before dark, but this part of carolina had been dark for two hundred years or more: dim-lit by white flames of cotton on thin brown stalks. we […]
Evie Shockley, a graduate fellow of Cave Canem and author of The Gorgon Goddess, on two poets she recommends
Evie Shockley talks about the difficulty of writing poetry.
Evie Shockley, a graduate fellow of Cave Canem and author of The Gorgon Goddess, on the formal strategy of her poems: london bridge, notes for the early journey, and you can say that again, billie