Three Poems About the Grand Canyon
At the Grand Canyon, I went right up to the edge. This couldn’t be real. Those long lines in the Grand Canyon rocks are poems that refuse to speak to us. When I fell at the Grand Canyon, the ancient rock wrote a fracture on my wrist. I’m still a blip—but now, acknowledged. Bio: Lorna Wood is a violinist and writer in Auburn, Alabama. Her poetry is forthcoming in 2% Milk and has appeared in Before I Turn Into Gold (David L O’Nan, editor), Angel Rust (Best of the Net nominee) and Poetry South (Pushcart nominee), among others. Her fiction has appeared in Doubleback Review (Pushcart nominee) and on the Litro [USA] Lab and NoSleep Podcasts. Her creative nonfiction recently appeared in Feed, and her most recent scholarly essay is in The Palgrave Handbook of Affect Studies and Textual Criticism. Find out more at https://www.amazon.com/author/lornawood or from her blog, Word Music, here: https://lornawoodauthor.wordpress.com. Poetry Showcase by Lorna Wood Poetry about the Pandemic by Lorna Wood Hearing “Hallelujah” at the Women’s March, 2017 by Lorna Wood (poetry for Leonard Cohen Week)
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