The 2River View | 23.2 (Winter 2019) |
J. J. Starr Upon the screen her vertebral bend, a fear enlarged my heart Did it not make the little part grow forth as a branch, skip its lip But we wanted the mouth put out before it frenzied me despoiled So says the gentle man, instead turn hands to churning cream Given over, my soul waggled on, endured me this ugly thing It's a noble anger, father January sleek gray sky, the clouds diffuse From the church across the street, steel song & dress & exit the apartment through its A cradle of snow forms at the foot of each A car passes, then a crawling freight, I cannot make the boxcars rolling past, a cast of iron and steel, black J. J. Starr studied at the NYU Creative Writing Program in New York City, where she was a Veterans Writer’s Workshop Fellow. Her work has appeared in or is forthcoming from Drunken Boat, Juked, The Shallow Ends, The Wrath-Bearing Tree, among others. (website)
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