http://www.tupeloquarterly.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/tupelo_-_open_prose.pdf Shelly Taylor is the author of two full-length poetry collections, Lions, Remonstrance (Coconut Books Braddock Book Prize, 2014) and Black-Eyed Heifer (Tarpaulin Sky, 2010). The anthology Hick Poetics, co-edited with Abraham Smith, is out from Lost Roads Press (2015). Recent work appears in Guernica’s “The Future […]
http://www.tupeloquarterly.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Jocasta_Got_A_Bad_Rap_fnl-1.pdf Amy Penne earned her PhD from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign and works as Professor of English at Parkland College in Champaign, Illinois. Her poetry, prose, and reviews have appeared in The I-70 Review, Tupelo Quarterly, Embodied Effigies, InFact Books’ “Oh Baby! True Stories About […]
http://www.tupeloquarterly.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/Chapter_One_American_Vaudeville.pdf Geoffrey Hilsabeck is the author of Riddles, Etc. (The Song Cave, 2017). His poems, essays, and translations have appeared in The New York Times Magazine, Paris Review Daily, Seneca Review, and elsewhere. He teaches at West Virginia University and lives in Morgantown, WV.
http://www.tupeloquarterly.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/from-Those-Little-Anodynes.pdf Robin Clarke is the author of the book of poems Lines the Quarry, which won the 2013 Omnidawn 1st/2nd book prize, judged by Brenda Hillman. She teaches writing at the University of Pittsburgh, and lives in an intentional community of gardeners, writers, activists, and healers.
Drying my hands with a paper towel, I glance into the mirror. My blue silk blouse– there’s a dark spot on it I hadn’t seen before. I look down, lift the fabric: it isn’t water. How long has the stain been here, why has no one said anything? […]
You sink in your puny bed. Six feet of you. Less. Your head, dotted with age spots and prickles of white hair, grazes the headboard. Puffy cheeks shaved clean by someone else. Blue eyes, once robin’s egg blue, darker now, deep water blue. Blue that’s dropped from the […]
The day after the 2016 presidential election, I see someone walking toward me on the sidewalk after I drop off my son at preschool, and I flinch. We are the only two people out walking on our block, and at first the person is too far away for […]