In the Leaving I Sing
I imagine my true tongue ignitinghis fist—see my future prophecy losing its grip, swinging to make blue-blackmy eye, but I won’t die. I call my sister, rehearsing what she’ll say: Run away.Come home. I’m nearer…
Bellingham Review Contributor
Maya Pindyck
Maya Pindyck‘s third book of poems, Impossible Belonging, won the Philip Levine Prize for Poetry and was a finalist for the National Jewish Book Award. Her work has been recently published or is forthcoming in the American Poetry Review, Ploughshares, Plume, and Bennington Review. She lives in Philadelphia where she is an assistant professor and director of Writing at Moore College of Art & Design.