Saturday 23 September 2017

Elizabeth Knapp

Elizabeth Knapp

 

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Tonight the cicadas are deafening.
Nothing to do but lean into despair
the way one leans into a mirror.

All summer you’ve been dying
in the shopping cart of my mind.
I fill it up with bottles of vinegar.

The river is lonely. It has no home.
Soon your voice will be everywhere.
 

 

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ELIZABETH KNAPP is the author of The Spite House (C&R Press, 2011), winner of the 2010 De Novo Poetry Prize. The recipient of awards from Literal Latté and Iron Horse Literary Review, she has published poems in Best New Poets, The Massachusetts ReviewMid-American ReviewSpoon River Poetry Review, and many other journals. She teaches at Hood College in Frederick, Maryland.

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Read more by Elizabeth Knapp:

 
Author’s Website
Poem in New Orleans Review
Poem at Literal Latté
Poem in Spoon River Poetry Review
Three poems in The Adirondack Review
 

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