Listening: A Guest Post by Beth Gilstrap

Boston, AWP. The kind of cold I’ve never really experienced. Snow in my eyes. Mascara wetted, smeared like war paint over my right cheekbone. I learn in an instant I’m better off sliding my feet rather than putting air between them and the ground. Snow boots would help.  Whispers of AWP Miami move through my … More Listening: A Guest Post by Beth Gilstrap

Depression, and Dancing-Induced Mania

There are some mornings you wake up and for whatever crazy reason, real or imagined, you just don’t like yourself very much. This is something I’ve struggled with since I was nine and our dad left. It wasn’t my fault, of course, but it created a phobia of abandonment and self-loathing that still manifests during … More Depression, and Dancing-Induced Mania

Junkyard for Poetry: The fair trade of a couple living in Madison, Indiana

When I tell people I’m living in Madison, Indiana while my husband is on assignment here for work, two things happen. Firstly, they only hear the “Madison” part and start asking me about Wisconsin cheese and Green Bay Packers. Secondly, when they figure out that my Madison is a historic little town on the Ohio … More Junkyard for Poetry: The fair trade of a couple living in Madison, Indiana