Posts Tagged: Amy Strauss Friedman

Sunday Rumpus Poetry: Three Poems by Amy Strauss Friedman

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I thought that hearts were meant to function as uteri, / to grow linings that bleed clotty when life won’t adhere, / to stall like rusty engines in barren winters, / unprepared for the seasonal shift. ...more

Weekend Rumpus Roundup

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First, in the Saturday Essay, Terese Marie Mailhot considers the strange and tragic ways life wounds Native American women. She remembers running away from her home, the reservation. “Native women walk alone from the dances of their youth into homes they don’t know for the chance to be away,” she writes.

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