- By Abby MacGregor
At the Saturday market, enormous eye-
bulge of skinned rabbits. My son, nine,
bulges back, looking, but not.
—from “Natural Selection”, Spring 2019 (Vol. 60, Issue 1)
Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.
I’ll tell you about the first two pieces I got published, in the same issue of my high school literary magazine, because they led me down a path I continue on today. One was a horrible piece of teen angst that was written based on what I thought poetry was supposed to be about and sound like: “I who am about to die/I who weep but cannot cry…” The other, “Growing Up in a Party Store,” was my first real poem—it was set in the store I worked in for...