contemporary poetry

LANDSCAPE WITH HEADLESS MAMA by Jennifer Givhan

Available from Pleiades Press. Also available from Amazon. Contact Jenn for a signed copy. Landscape with Headless Mama is a poetry collection by Jennifer Givhan that explores the experiences of becoming and being a mother through the lens of dark fairy tales. Givhan describes the book as “a surreal survival guide.” A poet with strong […]

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The Change

My poem THE CHANGE, a finalist for the The Jane Lumley Prize, was published in H E R M E N E U T I C   C H A O S   J O U R N A L: “When I was still small I began growing antlers  as a stag grows antlers, as […]

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My One-Hundredth Journal Publication up at Origins!

I’ve been working like a madwoman sending out my poems into the world nearly as long as my son has been alive (I started submitting when he was one, so I mark my poetry career by his life, because truly, I’m not sure either would have been possible without the other–how the imaginary shaped reality, […]

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Bird Woman and Bloom

Sacagawea emerges from the hedgehog cacti in the lot behind our crumpling house heavy with cradleboard & mistaken for a token of peace… from “Bird Woman”     The boys next door are ignoring my son. It’s playground politics, the fragile and shifting power dynamics of these early friendships… from “Bloom” Read both poems at […]

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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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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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