Nov 25 2015

The Judge’s Girl

Snaps

her stuffed purse shut

as she struts away.

Boots echo off mirrors

of mirrors. Stripes drip on

wood. The judge wants

screaming. The chandelier

collides with the night in

a brothel trick, which is a

mirror trick, which is one long funeral trick.

 

“This poetry isn’t out to convert, but to advert. It doesn’t pledge allegiance or invest in transcendent causes, but rather observes signs of war, wars of sex, hexes of communication. It won’t hallow a transparency; it won’t turn away from an execution. This work’s occasions are implicated in its materials: with trompes l’oeil, jacks and johns, sleights of hand, this poetry registers some serious claims and obligations. Seeing illusions attached to engagements, uses to ubiquities, profanities to idealism, privates to a general, The Revolution Will Have Its Sky reminds us enlistees (whether in grays or blues, whether in wishes or words, whether in war or love) how down-and-dirty signing up can be.” –Contest judge Heather McHugh

2014-Minerva Rising-helping women tell their stories and tell them well.

photo by: Stewart Ferebee

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