Poet of the Week: Ellen Kennedy
The poem I’m posting today has endless layers of references, all of which are deeply intimate to me.
The poet who wrote it, Ellen Kennedy, is a young woman whose first collection of poems, Sometimes My Heart Pushes My Ribs (2009), perfectly encapsulates the difficulty I’ve been having breathing as of late. Also, if her name betrays her, she’s an Irish Catholic, which means that our wild veins run the same color, dark green and constantly in doldrums.
(Without mascara, my eyelashes, too, are fey and transparent.)
