Grief by Dannye Romine Powell


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Dannye Romine Powell writes most of her poems propped on pillows in her bed, balancing her laptop on her lap. She does this because she is left-handed and very messy and cannot, to save her life, keep a neat desk. Her fourth collection, from Press 53, is Nobody Calls Me Darling Anymore. She spent a winter at Yaddo several years ago and enjoyed living in Sylvia Plath’s former bedroom. She’s won fellowships in poetry from the NEA and the NC Arts Council. She has spent most of her career as a journalist. Her poems have appeared in Poetry, Ploughshares, Prairie Schooner (as well as places no one has ever heard of) and now to the P list, she’s happy to add Postcard Poems and Prose.  


2 thoughts on “Grief by Dannye Romine Powell

  1. Thinking about the day, promising the dog another session of brushing, wondering about writing and how I dismiss it preferring instead to clean the collection of A to Z on the kitchen table and promise to sort it out, make it simpler and writing is like…what is it like? Something I need in my head and letting go, plan to simplify even more so that cluttered places in my home are spaces to be enjoyed for being done. I will go. I will be done. Amen.


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