Donika Kelly

“You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call will you loosefrom another woman's throat?”

“You grow. You are large. You are a 19th century poem.All of America is inside you,a catalogue of lives and landand burrowing things.-From "Catalogue”

“Refuse the old means of measurement.Rely instead on the thrumming wilderness of self. Listen.-From "Out West”