“I root through your remains, looking for the black box. Nothing left but glossy chunks, a pimp’s platinum tooth clanking inside the urn. I play you over and over, my beloved conspiracy, my personal Zapruder film” — Erin Belieu Copy Share Image
One of the realities for women writers is that sometimes you'll start strong, but as you see people go up the ladder, working in… — Erin Belieu Copy Share Image
If you go off into general-interest magazines, often women are being shoved aside into various ghettos that perpetuate the problem. Women's interests are specialized,… — Erin Belieu Copy Share Image
“Of the Poet’s Youth" When the man behind the counter said, “You pay by the orifice,” what could we do but purchase them all?… — Erin Belieu Copy Share Image
I know there's a part of the feminist world that is like, "Hey, screw 'em, we'll do our own thing over here," and I… — Erin Belieu Copy Share Image
“I root through your remains, looking for the black box. Nothing left but glossy chunks, a pimp’s platinum tooth clanking inside the urn. I… — Erin Belieu Copy Share Image
