Author: Julia Kolchinsky
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AFTER THE THIRD SNOW DAY IN A ROW, I’M READY TO THROW THE TOWEL by Julia Kolchinsky
into the fire out the window at the cardinal clinging to the broken branch limp like a dislocated finger at my feet slippered & sore from keeping up at my children yes their screaming at my children their faces …
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WHY HAVE CHILDREN WHEN THE WORLD IS ENDING by Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach
Killer whales have stopped reproducing. Polar bears are eating their cubs. Koalas abandon their young. Breathless,nose low to the brush to keep from choking on rising smoke,they run towards the thousands, pounds of food we airdroppedwhere earth stopped burning or flames just hadn’t reached yet,guilt for our part in this end or fear it would come for usthe same.…
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INTERVIEW WITH Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach
Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach is the author of The Many Names for Mother, selected by Ellen Bass as the winner of the 2018 Stan and Tom Wick Poetry prize and published by Kent State University Press. Her second collection, Don’t Touch the Bones won the 2019 Idaho Poetry Prize and is forthcoming from Lost Horse Press…
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TWO POEMS by Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach
Microsatellites Great-grandmother dreamed there were two of you inside, two scorpions locked by their tails, exoskeletons on fire, one wearing great-grandfather’s face, she forgot the other but remembered two mouths exhaling water, I kissed them, she told me, all four cheeks, she saw both of you split the sky where you hunt the hunter and…
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THEY THINK THEY KNOW AMELIA EARHART, by Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach
where she died—days after a photo suggested she lived, proved it as much as paper can prove anything, as much as a figure with her hair and approximate body, sitting on the dock, facing away from the camera, can look exactly like a lost dead girl. And far off right, a barge, floating almost out of frame, with…