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**Check out Alison's newest poem published in the New York Times magazine**

Some Girls

Published in the New York Times magazine, August 2020

"Some girls can’t help it; they are lit sparklers,
hot-blooded, half naked in the depths of winter,
tagging moving trains with the bright insignia of their
I’ve seen their inked torsos: falcons, swans, meteor
And shadowed their secret rendezvous,
walking and flying all night over paths traced like veins
through the deep body of the forest
where they are trying on their new wings,
rising to power with a ferocious mercy
not seen before in the cities of men."

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Feral City

Published in The Sun, May 2012

"My husband, Lee, was the one who heard the abandoned kittens piping and squeaking like an off-key orchestra composed entirely of piccolos and penny whistles. They were hidden in the overgrown weeds of the front yard, and it was raining. There were six of them, looking like featherless baby birds. I came home from work later that evening to find myself the proud foster mother of a half dozen minuscule, mewling, shit-smeared creatures.”

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Read more of When I Heard About the Gunman and Alison's work here!
When I Heard About the Gunman

Published in Rattle, Summer 2013

"who opened fire in a movie theatre,

armed and armored, neck, groin and head;

gas-masked, with automatic rifle

killing and wounding as many as he could,

I was endeavoring to wedge my car

into the space left between hulking SUVs

at the crowded grocery store

and the radio was on; it always is.”


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Read more of Married, but Certainly Not to Tradition here!
Married, but Certainly Not to Tradition

Published in The New York Times, July 16, 2006

"The groom’s mother wore a peach silk suit and an expression of mingled happiness, anxiety and bemusement. The other groom’s mother wore a peacock-blue dress and a similar expression, one that seemed to combine “I can’t believe this is happening” with “What a beautiful day, what a lovely chapel, what nice well-dressed people — just like a real wedding.


One groom’s father needed to step outside and smoke a lot. The other groom’s father was dead. Nieces were in abundance, though — a bouquet of skinny adorable girls, dressed in hot pink and giggling with excitement.”


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