Poetry

ON THE OCCASION OF THE POET’S SUDDEN DEATH There are different kinds of dying                      my heart’s still not right all night I shake scorpions            from the Technicolor bath towel how do we mourn […]

J. Scott Brownlee is a poet-of-place from rural Texas. His work appears widely and includes the chapbooks Highway or Belief (Button Poetry Prize, 2013), Ascension (Robert Phillips Prize, 2015), and On the Occasion of the […]

Nipples, Ribs, and Helixes The point at which incarceration becomes inhuman begins at the body. First boundary we come up against: mouth, breast, ripe nipple. A shark tooth betwixt her clavicles, her hair helixing down, […]

I thought I saw a deer disrepair function / from behind one of the trunks / or branch bore back in the beating […]

i am a cricket now
in a crevice of ur room
i want to be a cute cricket
a creaking floor board cricket […]

Casually. In between a joke and her fingers inside. Something about scarred. Something about trauma. Clinical. I do not laugh. […]

Steam, like a savior, rises over water.
Laying in the blue, older women bathe.
Heads back, necks golden and open, […]

Everything’s transcendence. It’s a problem.
Though I’ve tried to come back down, to be an animal again,
it doesn’t take: The afterlife’s a living shame. […]

  Stephanie Bryant Anderson lives in Clarksville, TN, where she attends Austin Peay State University as an English major. She edits Red Paint Hill Poetry Journal. Her first poetry collection, Monozygotic | Co-dependent will be […]

Early mornings, I carry the fat suit
to toilet and water.
Make a disguise out of tiny typed lines.
Pretend my fingers in a circle are glasses. […]