Nickole Brown Awarded Fall 2010 Orlando Poetry Prize
NICKOLE BROWN’S books include her debut, Sister, a novel-in-poems, and the anthology, Air Fare, which she co-edited with Judith Taylor. She graduated from The Vermont College of Fine Arts and was the editorial assistant for the late Hunter S. Thompson. She has received grants from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Kentucky Foundation for Women, and the Kentucky Arts Council. She worked at the independent, literary press,...
“Smoking Demon,” by Leslie C. Youngblood
Inside our lime-green Buick Regal, Mama hid from God. She had promised the Holy Rock Baptist Church and sworn directly to Him three weeks before that she’d stop smoking. On the night of her vow our short, stocky pastor jumped like he had caught the Holy Spirit right there in the center of his ring-cladhand. Then he smacked his palm across Mama’s high forehead, drenched with honey-colored sweat, to rebuke her “smoking demon.” “Out!...
“The Rings,” by Jennifer Woodworth
“The Rings” My husband was a carpenter with hands so big he could wrap them all the way around me. Since I had put off getting my husband’s wedding ring until the day before the wedding, the artist made it for me in one day. He was not a jeweler. He made art with metal and stone. He made my husband a thick, wide, rounded ring.This ring will always feel good on his hand, even when he’s working. I inscribed it in my own hand. I...
“These Things Can I Love,” by Page Lambert
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”–Mary Oliver Listening to Zuzu Bollin’s sexy blues, sipping Johnnie Walker Red, courting loneliness. Loud music, bone-deep bass lyrics. Blood-pumping brass. The spine knows what to do, knows how to stretch the urge until it whines like catgut and fiddle, stretch the loneliness so thin it wraps like muscle around the angles of the skeleton. Body...
“Negrita,” by Faith Scott
Vieques doors closed, shades drawn names that can tickle your tongue and slip in between the blinds and out into the air where they collapse in sudden rain drops and hide in the dust kicked up only with the heavy traffic of bare brown feet if you are careful you can peer between and your eyes might float through turbulent silence with only the occasional grunt and sigh whimper and cry there is a child in the corner there you’ll see...
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