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Issue 81: Canese Jarboe

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About Canese Jarboe

Canese Jarboe is the author of the chapbook dark acre (Willow Springs Books, 2018). Their poems appear recently in Muzzle, TYPO, Indiana Review, Hayden’s Ferry Review, and elsewhere. Canese earned an MFA in Creative Writing from University of Idaho. Originally from rural southeastern Kansas, they currently live and teach in coastal Louisiana. Twitter: @canesejarboe Website: www.canesejarboe.com

A Profile of the Author

Notes on “Rapunzel w/ Head Half-Shaved”

This poem is a string of distractions from the speaker’s obsessing and I think that each particular clawed, feathered, deafening intrusion heightens and draws acute attention to an unacknowledged space. C.D. Wright’s cadence and form in “Re: Happiness, in pursuit thereof” is a strong influence and helped me create an overwhelming blitz and ultimately dissolve it. This world is intensely familiar to me: the fridge so full of glass vials of medicine for cattle that the door rattles, booming air compressors and nail guns, tornado warnings buzzing over the TV and radio. It’s one poem in a series that uses Rapunzel as a vehicle to examine my interior and all of these small sharpnesses seemed like the only way authentic to me to explore (or elude) a fragile state of mind.

Music, Food, Booze, Tattoos, Kittens, etc.

I truly, honestly tasted tofu for the first time last week and I immediately booked it to the grocery store and bought as many blocks as would fit in my arms. I loved it that much. I think it’s strange that my father was a soybean farmer, but it took me nearly three decades to eat any soy-based food. I used to watch him test the germ by putting 100 beans in a warm, wet towel on the counter. I don’t think I knew they were edible as a child, only that the pods felt like velvet. The crop made its way back to our community in the form of feed for livestock and industrial use, but not for us.

I’ve been revisiting outlaw country lately. I grew up in a low-literacy household and this was my first exposure to poetic language. Emmylou Harris. Tanya Tucker. Townes Van Zandt. Waylon Jennings. My partner randomly bursts into bits and pieces of “Highwayman” around the house. I’ll join in from another room for a lopsided duet. “I fly a starship/Across the Universe divide/And when I reach the other side/I’ll find a place to rest my spirit if I can…” It’s rather soothing.

“Growing Like Houses” by Julialicia Case

Found in Willow Springs 70 Back to Author Profile THE RED AND BLACK BEETLES COME FIRST, settling in swarms on the white plaster of our Arnold Street row house. We come […]

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“Mrs. Schafer Gets Fit” by Miranda McLeod

Found in Willow Springs 70 Back to Author Profile MRS. SCHAFER IS GETTING FIT. Women don’t lose weight anymore, or slim down, or tighten up. They get fit. This is all […]

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“Through the Womb” by Roxane Gay

Found in Willow Springs 70 Back to Author Profile WHEN WE FIRST MET he told me how much he loves children. He told me how much he loves women because they […]

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Three Poems by Laura Read

Found in Willow Springs 70 Back to Author Profile Bureau   When my husband asks me where I put the keys, I say they’re on my bureau, and he says you […]

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Ten Poems by Alexandra Teague

Found in Willow Springs 71 Back to Author Profile Transcontinental 10 Poems   “In a railroad to the Pacific we have a great national work, transcending, in its magnitude, and in […]

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Two Poems by Joseph Millar

Found in Willow Springs 73 Back to Author Profile  Next to Godliness I like to sit with the door wide open listening to March rain gush down on my street wearing […]

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“Tobacco Road & A Proper Elegy for My Father” by Gary Copeland Lilley

Found in Willow Springs 73 Back to Author Profile     A Proper Elegy for My Father   He is the black Marlboro man, the oldest son of a one-legged, gold­ […]

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“The Putting Down of the Mint Julep” by Matthew Gavin Frank

Found in Willow Springs 73 Back to Author Profile THIS SORT OF SIPPING has nothing to do with the martini, or anything as astringent as olive, resinous as juniper. This is […]

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Willow Springs Cover 74 shows blue and brown paint smeared artistically across a rough surface.

“Harvesting Crows” by Doris Lynch

Found in Willow Springs 74 Back to Author Profile Only women can snag them and only females wearing red. Erroneously, many believe that you must prove yourself first by flying off […]

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Willow Springs Cover 74 shows blue and brown paint smeared artistically across a rough surface.

“Bandana” by Tom Howard

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