Me in play clothes, her masquerading as a maid: no short black skirt and feather duster but a stiff brown dress with white stitched pockets where she kept tissues and half-smoked ducks. Perched on top of the white deep freezer next to the ironing board, I kept her company while she did chores: dousing […]
When it came time, I would leave the South, trailing a Uhaul behind my Cadillac and driving west til the land ran out. There’s something unnamable at the point where all you see is water ahead and what you’ve left behind, your shadow so soon to catch up with you as […]
In Springfield, Oregon, I hung the state of Georgia flag above my bed, remembering what my father said just before I left: If you can’t sleep with red clay beneath your feet, at least you can see the Stars and Bars above. A collector’s item now, unfurled it meant making please understand me […]
When I missed the South the most, I’d take to dating one of its sons: gentlemen callers who held the door with tapered fingers or rough field hands. What I was looking for was never to be found in them, just something like it, the way a lake can bring to mind but never be […]
Stacey Lynn Brown, who is working on a book-length poem in sections entitled, Song of The Knock-Kneed Grit, talks about writing her first poem.
Stacey Lynn Brown discusses the evolution of her manuscript, a book-length poem in sections entitled, Song of The Knock-Kneed Grit.
Stacey Lynn Brown was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia, and received her MFA in poetry from The University of Oregon. Her poems, essays, and reviews have appeared in various literary journals and anthologies, including Crab Orchard Review, Natural Bridge, The Lullwater Review, and Southern Quarterly Review. Her first collection, Cradle Song, was published by […]