Poems by Allison Whittenberg

Rent,

rent,
has left me torn
living in quarters
a part ment
flattened by my flat
12 by 12 cell that can not fit furniture beyond a bed
a housing unit that is no place
like home

Hands On

practical
one step at a time
one foot in front of the other
one thing at a time
pragmatic
in a revolving door
all weapons formed against (me) shall prosper
sorry, Isaiah

displacement

turn
from yourself

escape
from escaping

immobilizes
your imagination

how
are you doing

breathing
barely breathing

Born in Pennsylvania and educated in New York and Wisconsin,
Allison Whittenberg is an award winning novelist and playwright. Her
poetry has appeared in Columbia Review, Feminist Studies, J Journal,
and New Orleans Review. Whittenberg is a six-time Pushcart Prize
nominee. They Were Horrible Cooks is her collection of poetry. Main
influence Kay Ryan.