jgivhan

I am a Mexican-American poet who grew up in the Imperial Valley, a small, border community in the Southern California desert. I earned my M.A. in English Literature at California State University Fullerton, where I was the recipient of the Graduate Equity Fellowship. My poems have appeared in Verdad, Dash, Caesura, Mom Writer's Literary Magazine, Third Wednesday, Cutthroat, Pinyon, Earth's Daughters, Rockhurst Review, Palabra, Prick of the Spindle, Autumn Sky Poetry, Xenith, and Mothering Magazine, and I was the 2010 recipient of the Emerging Voices Fellowship in Poetry through PEN Center USA.

Madhouse of Spirits

I unwrap a bar of amaranth soap and wash my own mouth the way Mama used to do when I’d been profane…    –Jenn Givhan (Read full poem at The Collagist)

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Blood is blood is

How does anyone love inside skin? Thankful to Menacing Hedge for nominating my poem “Blood is blood is” for a Pushcart. You can read and listen to the poem in full here.

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Two Poems at Superstition Review

“Time Capsule” and “Junkyard Halflight” up at Superstition Review. “Small things come back in pieces. That time of day I wasn’t afraid to close my eyes. The white flies weren’t yet lured by streetlamps; the air still held its damp menudo. On one side of the house, the cemetery where I buried a stillborn and […]

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Two poems at Tinderbox Poetry

… my daughter and the girls in ballet- costume pretend to fly in loops around the red recital floor, believing their outstretched arms make wings, and with faces ready for takeoff, they uplift in possibility. –from “Searching the Skyline” How did you end in a river, his boxers for trunks, your skin for a bathing […]

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“Miracle of the River Pig” up at *Goblin Fruit*

My poem “Miracle of the River Pig” is live today at Goblin Fruit, and you can listen to me read it there as well! It’s a grotesque and somewhat experimental poem for me recounting my experience in the Southern California desert near the New River. I began drafting the poem in Brenda Hammack‘s fairytale workshop […]

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Miscarriage

Jennifer Givhan Miscarriage In a field where a hot air balloon waits tethered, children balancing umbrellas and wearing party hats plant birthday bouquets; where they grow the swollen bulbs push open the soil smelling of clay and fingerpaint. Even the sky celebrates in reverse, hanging like pigtails from a jungle gym. Not many daffodils or […]

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Have you met Dini Karasik?

“Writing is one way of finding my place in the world, of exploring my fragmented identity. But I also see it as an opportunity to challenge perceptions about otherness. My family does not resemble the stereotypes of Latinos I see in popular culture.” Allow me to introduce you to Dini Karasik, Mexican-American mother, writer, lawyer, […]

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The Next Big Thing: In the Time of Jubilee

What is your working title of your book (or story)? My novel is *IN THE TIME OF JUBILEE* Where did the idea for the book come from? The idea came from Reborns. From Wikipedia: “A reborn doll is a manufactured vinyl doll that has been transformed to resemble a human baby with as much realism […]

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Cattle Call Leaves

My short story (an excerpt from my novel)  “Cattle Call Leaves: A Ghost Story” has been published by Contrary Magazine. My chest matched the stomping from the arena. How easy it would’ve been to give in. To walk away. How easy it would’ve been to let go. But the sticky yellow girl caught the rutted […]

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Lovesong of the Barren Woman, Poems & An Interview with Jennifer Givhan

2. Looking Glass                    The image in the mirror appears whole                              though I swear I am a fragment. Columnar self, I am my own grotesque other body. I fell asleep inside my pod and woke to red, where oceans are dry as salt flats, where red means lost and lost means dead. (Read the […]

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Kindergarten

for Sandy Hook 12/14/12 I gave you extra juice this morning before school because you woke up with a cough. It was either warm apple juice or medicine; you chose juice. I wrapped two jackets over your Spiderman T-shirt because it rained through the night and I didn’t want you to be cold. I thought […]

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