Adrienne Christian

Adrienne Christian is a poet & writer, editor, and fine art photographer. Her work has appeared in Prairie Schooner, Hayden’s Ferry Review, CALYX, phoebe, The Los Angeles Review as The Editor’s Choice, and dozens other journals and magazines. She is the author of two poetry collections, 12023 Woodmont Avenue (Willow Books, 2013) and A Proper Lover (Main Street Rag, 2017). She is a fellow of both Cave Canem and Callaloo Writing Residencies. In 2007, she won the University of Michigan’s Five Under Ten Young Alumni Award. In 2016, she was a finalist for the Rita Dove International Poetry Award. In 2018, she won the James Gaffney/Society of American Poets Outstanding Poetry Award. In 2019, she won the Marie Sandoz/ Prairies Schooner Short Story Award.

Living Alone in Nebraska

It's pretty  
Difficult to be sad
Outside
In glorious Nebraska
Autumn
On the balcony of your apartment
A chenille Cornhusker blanket
On your bare legs
You are wearing a little robe
Writing
The dog's sitting near
Captivated at squirrels
Dumpster-diving
Coming up with ketchup'd fries
One of then found a tub of hummus
Due to your allergies you
Smell little
But you can feel now
Your loneliness
Will pass
As seasons always
Have.  

the hawk is out

wind around us rattles the   windows                       like a demon shaking the shoulders of a soul seller
 
 the sound his jangling teeth make the sound the windowpanes make
 
                        it’s the hawk out there
 
                        going to get in                         like a thief       a rent collector
 
                                    pregnant possum                    circling this home                  
 
climbing on top                      dropping the temperature inside and everywhere                candle wicks
 
stay lit although                      barely                          even carpeted floors requires socks
 
                        shoe-bottomed slippers                      and worried attention.                        all
 
 
 around us the hawk                           his teeth and muscles.

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