- By Emma Kemp
When he you, you sat in the surf
a day and night, let the lap of Caribbean
obscure your thighs, let the minnows run their purple
races across your thighs and finches
tear red cords from your scalp…
—From "Anne Bonny Marooned with Child," Summer 2019 (Vol. 60, Issue 2)
Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.
The first poem I submitted to workshop was a voice poem from the point of view of my cousin, who had gotten arrested for running from the police the week before. I love looking back on those early pieces because my voice...