The Serious Downer I tell Josey when she dies I am going to eat her face before I call the cops. They’ll be on their way to pick up her dead body and I won’t be able to stop, finally able to bite adorable chunks of her perfect cheeks, gnaw on the...
Author - Jill McDonough
. . . remembering we are dying helps me do a better job.
Portfolio Interview with Jill McDonough, by Christine Mallon Scoundrel Time: The spirit of play in “Spelling ‘Prostitutes’” is tinged with darkness that breaks through the lines of the poem, just as the dark past breaks in upon small moments...
Portfolio: Six Poems by Jill McDonough
Spelling “Prostitutes” I volunteer at a juvie, call it kid jail. We play a homemade Boggle, make all the words we can, make Mad-Lib things with them like this: lip split from slipping in shit, I sit and sip spilt spit. We write Fast Poems...