Tag: poetry
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A Woman in Town Tells Me
my grandfather was a native; there’s no paperwork to prove it, but old pictures seem to say more than new words. Told me she lived on the same hillside as him when they were young, that once they were working around the same garden— said she never knew he was there, not until she backed…
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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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Exit Strategy
Three months is my average; rarely do I last any longer playing the role of lover. I’ve dared myself to resist the urge to leave, but it goes against my truths. When lust-minded hands turn to watchful eyes, I try to decide if it’s worth it to be wanted for more than late hours. Lovers begin…
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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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Leaning into Autumn
The cool mornings linger in the hollows, where the land dips and divides, waiting for the day to arrive— the South cannot shake the humid breath of sunlight. Originally published at Plum Tree Tavern – October 2015
Rachel Nix 