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Prayer
for Rachel Woodard Grey as the in-between of everythingnever meant to be understood—your eyes had a wayof taking the weight of the dayfrom my shoulders; when they could not, I found in themsuch forgiveness for my defeat. Heartfully, I always listenedwhen your wisdom asked for my attention— our words, sparse enough,were generally tradedwith playful…
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Shut the Front Door! — Shanti Weiland
Hey, y’all. Shanti Weiland, one of my absolute favorite writers, featured me as a guest blogger on her site last week. Check it out, eh? This week, we hear from guest-blogger, Rachel Nix, who discusses her haunting poem, “This House”! Enjoy… Shanti and I met last November when I nudged her to go with me…
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The Language We Bury Them In
for Hannah Hamilton You wrote of comfort, crawfish boils and Port Vincent – for your father and the South and all of the things I’ve ever loved or never knew about. I read more and I learned you: your voice, flat on a paper, but heaving from aches, jerking from anticipation, and then rising with…
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I’d Be Lying
if I said I wasn’t nervous. My sister, concerned: I’m afraid Christians may hurt my son. I’ve been up all night trying to decide if we should go. When I say Christian, I don’t mean Christian; I mean those who say amen when it isn’t right. Is it more important to be seen, to show…
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America Is Not the World – Release!
America Is Not the World – an international collection of poetry and short fiction from Pankhearst is now available via Amazon. You can purchase the collection here. Other writers and editors have praised this anthology: SHINJINI BHATTACHARJEE, poet and Editor of Hermeneutic Chaos and Press: The landscape of America Is Not the World enacts important…
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This House
The screen door swings open. She jumps– off her guard; on edge all evening. This house has no ghosts. Husband’s home. She eyes him coldly, wondering: how much he’ll haunt her. Originally published at Rust + Moth – Spring 2016
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Holiday
The old dog sits close; thunderstorms and nostalgia have us held up in the back of the house— each seeking shelter from our own fears. Originally published at Gnarled Oak – Issue 5; November 6, 2015
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Interview with Rachel Nix, Issue 6’s Poetry Contest Winner
Originally posted on Bop Dead City: Our first interview for this go-around is with Rachel Nix, who was so kind as to give us two poems: “Kathryn,” which won the contest, and “Acreage.” It’s always nice to get submissions from fellow Southerners (even though I’m really just a carpetbagger), especially gracious Alabamians like Rachel. Describe…
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Push
By the book, I am damned. Commands meant to be followed by the faith-filled were swallowed without thought, then hollowed those followers out. Now, to me, they look for a nod, maybe even an amen and then they profess the word quoted, but misread and send me off damned as a do-gooder with no pull.…
Rachel Nix 