Kathleen Savino Awarded Fall 2011 Orlando Poetry Prize
Oct01

Kathleen Savino Awarded Fall 2011 Orlando Poetry Prize

KATHLEEN SAVINO holds an M.F.A. in Fiction from Columbia University. Currently, she is an assistant director of Columbia University’s Writing Center and a writing consultant at Baruch College. She is working on a book, How To Sleep Jackknife, that combines queer history, Goethe’s light theories and a love story, among other things. An excerpt was published in DIAGRAM’s All Essay Spectacular issue. Her winning poem,...

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“How to Become a Dyke, Step Three, Birds,” by Nickole Brown
Jul01

“How to Become a Dyke, Step Three, Birds,” by Nickole Brown

A book of birds. A story in birds. Each breath a bird, each dream slipped from your ear to your pillow out the window a song: cardinals laughing at you—birdie birdie birdie— on a lonely Valentines, then robins swarming the last bits of red another February day, so many of them on the holly tree the branches tick with their picking and you stop the car. But you are so cold, you have to get to the store, and in the florescent buzz of...

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Nickole Brown Awarded Fall 2010 Orlando Poetry Prize
Oct01

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,...

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“Smoking Demon,” by Leslie C. Youngblood
Jan01

“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!...

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“The Rings,” by Jennifer Woodworth
Jan01

“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...

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