Interviews
10 Questions for JC Andrews
- By Edward Clifford
I’m so in love with you all of a sudden, you
machine angel. Angel machine. Because I am still learning
your new smells. Plastic, salt, animal, finally and still
thinking plastic, salt, animal, finally. Because you are letting
me stand you up in the shower and wash your hair like you are not
my mother, like I am not your daughter.
—from "Momma, Refracted," Volume 64, Issue 1
Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.
I don’t remember the first time I wrote a poem and took it seriously. I will say, though, that my grandmother used to write letters for me to her...