On the last day before my second vaccine kicks in I drive to Paterson, red-bricked city,former mill town, […]
Nicole Cooley
is a terrible metaphor, for poetics, for women’s bodies, for the street I lived on as a child. […]
Trash by Nicole Cooley
First the foods. Deviled eggs scattered with paprika. A bloody mary, celery stuck in the center […]
After My Mother Dies, I Crave the Seventies by Nicole ...
http://www.tupeloquarterly.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Cooley.pdf Nicole Cooley grew up in New Orleans. Her most recent books are […]
The Mannequin in the Mourning Dress at the Exhibition by ...
1. My mother believes in saving, in pasting pinky-sheared edges of the stamps into the books. On […]