Lucy Anderton holds a MFA in poetry from Warren Wilson College and a BA in Jazz Composition from Berklee College of Music. Since 2007 she has been rebuilding a 500-year-old ruinous brothel in the south of France, where she spent two years as the writer-in-residence for the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts. She is […]
I wanted the blood from the lip you’d bite open for me. I wanted the soft back of your knee that glowed like an otter’s eye, the flag of hair you’d throw out through the wild sky, singing praises to Him through the air. Clearly put, I was not born to be one more […]
The silky hair, black and guided into a slim river down her back was all he could see—won dering if she liked to have it pulled back hard and then her head when she was being fucked, she: turn ing to look up at his face, […]
Dissociation is an attempt to manage the experience of being abused. —The Survivor’s Guide To Sex Those heads floating away on the end of a balloon string? That is it also. And the way I fall to looking like a blank faced stone cat while you fluff me like a pillow. You […]
“In a visit to Auschwitz, Bush sets out to repair ties strained by Iraq War.” —CNN, June 1, 2003 Perhaps. Perhaps something Has happened. Perhaps The ashes Descended, ringed The man and woman posing For Press, fingers just Touching Oven Doors, Positioning a fresh cut Rose On the silenced […]
Lucy Anderton, who is “finding her way” through her first manuscript tentatively entitled Check the Number on my Collar, talks about what she experiences as the most painful aspect of writing.