Age 12 1990 golden Chevy 1/2 ton Age 16 1986 grey Saab totaled Age 17 1959 black Chrysler Windsor Golden-Lion 1972 yellow Volkswagen Beetle 1969 tan convertible Volkswagen Beetle busted fuel pump; never ran Age 18 1995 black Ford Mustang Age 19 1995 black Camry Age 20 2002 silver Saturn Age 26 2002 tan Honda…
Author: emily bobo
Dr. Emily Bobo is the author of three books: Fugue (Lost Horse Press, 2009), Instrumental (Hemlock House, 2019), and Tattle Tales (Hemlock House, 2019). She is also the founder and editor of Bobo Books, a local, non-profit anthology series, turning poems into sandwiches for public school kids. She has published original works in literary magazines, such as Hermeneutic Chaos, december, Seneca Review, and Redivider. She earned her MFA in Creative Writing from Wichita State University and her PhD in English Literature from the University of Kansas. Currently, Dr. Bobo is Department Chair of Fine Arts & Humanities and Professor of English at Ivy Tech Community College-Bloomington, where she teaches writing to single moms, ex-cons, military vets, and other (non)traditional students.
My first man left me
(a grammar lesson on the relationship between “love-able” and “leave-able”) on a curb, weekend-bag packed asleep, in a car, outside an unemployment office in a ditch, beside the road, dust rising up behind the car like some dirty comment bubble at the graveyard, next to a cold reservoir and an open grave
What it’s like to be parented by a poet
II. The child asks for a toy gun. The poet says, “no.” The white child asks why. The poet answers, “You cannot have a toy gun because a black child cannot play with a toy gun without getting shot at by the police.”
What it’s like to be parented by a poet
I. The child asks, “Is this the end, the end of everything?” The poet answers, “If it is, then I am so grateful to have known you.” And the child, knowing, answers, “You’re not supposed to say that. Don’t say that.”
I will ask you to call me Professor/Dr.–Why?
Because a young girl told me I couldn’t be one–because boys were doctors and girls were nurses. Because students will still call me “Mrs.” Because I still call myself “teacher.” Because I write poems–books of them!–but I am afraid to introduce myself, a poet. Because I am still expecting to be told I am not…
The Land of Cockaigne
Emily Bobo reads “The Tale about the Land of Cockaigne.” The original version of this tale is a brag where each line is a bigger lie about how great the Land of Cockaigne was. Audio.
How Some Children Played at Slaughtering
Audio. Emily Bobo reads her re-telling of a fairytale about how some children watched their father slaughter a pig, then imitated him in play.
20 true words: lesson
the crisp crunch underboot of Kansas-dry Kentucky bluegrass– the earth contracting, cracks– this is how one lets loose her roots
20 true words: MIL
for her, hands are a marker of age and class– calloused bitten bloody worn and capable– she gifts me lotion. Georgia O’Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz …blogs.loc.gov Alfred Stieglitz | Georgia O’Keeffe–Hands | The Metropolitan Museum of Art
20 true words: parenting through loss
Daughter says she can’t relate because she has never lost anyone. Knowing she will, I teach her to love anyway.
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