Amy Elizabeth Robinson: “The pace of news now is dizzying, but through it all I have developed a strange fascination with Kellyanne Conway. I watch every video interview she does, sometimes several times. Eventually, after watching the fatigued disaster of her Today Show interview in the wake of the Flynn resignation, I realized I had to write something other than a Facebook post in order to understand my compulsion, and to try to get a little closer to her as a human and not just as a slippery image in a rectangular frame. The Flynn scandal broke on Valentine’s Day, the same day that the Women’s March called for expressions of #RevolutionaryLove, and this poem is what emerged from that strange synchronicity.” (website)
Amy Elizabeth Robinson: “I live in Northern California and have an eight-year-old daughter. This week an eight-year-old girl went missing from her apartment complex in Northern California. Her body was found in a dumpster, raped and killed by a fifteen-year-old boy who lived in the same apartment complex. I am also raising a son, in a world that valorizes violence and instant gratification, that feeds us alienation and shame. Both of those children’s mothers are alive. How are they going to live? I sat outside my children’s bedroom while they fell asleep tonight, and cried, feeling like there is nothing I could give, nothing that could help, and fearing, just fearing. So I had to write. But of course words are missing.” (website)
