Natalie Graham
Biographic Data
| ID | 3672272 |
|---|---|
| NAME | Natalie Graham |
| GIVEN NAMES | Natalie |
| FAMILY NAME | Graham |
| SIGNATURE | GRAHAM N |
| VERIFIED | No |
| TOTAL WORKS | 4 |
| TOTAL CITATIONS | 0 |
| WORKS AS AUTHOR | 4 |
| WORKS AS EDITOR | 0 |
| FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2011 |
| LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2016 |
| H-INDEX | 0 |
Cracks in the Concrete
Intersection
Intersection Natalie Graham (bio) There’s a traffic jam in the front yard: red and limp azaleas, in silent litany, cluster for water. Magnolia blossoms wither, yellow. Shrieking crickets scuttle behind a battered mailbox. As summer persists, everything exaggerates. Light splits darkened corners, lines the wooden floor. Selfish and unashamed, I am jealous of your better daughter. Even in August, when I’d expect winter to hide beneath the ground, y…
Song, Without a Musical Note for My Granddaddy
Song, Without a Musical Note for My Granddaddy Natalie Graham (bio) Knee-deep in heaped okra, who needed English? The goitrous squashes sat by a rusted hoe. You watched a doe-eyed Jesus with a servile hush, then rapped the ground with your emphatic “Oh, well, Sir Lord, Amen!” Squatting over russet earth, you hoisted feed and reaped greens all week, voice bamming the yard before you’d cross it, singing about that lucky ol’ sun rolling up the blue …
Cinderella Sends Her Godmother Away
Cinderella Sends Her Godmother Away Natalie Graham (bio) I will never leave this house. How I hated the company of women and called my sisters wicked when they tied down my restless hands with work, when they licked me with their curses. But, Keeper, all names are curses. You know how my body arches for the faithful, brutal touch of almost family. How the skin hollers to be rubbed quiet with hurting. Don’t send your chariot. Let me slip back into…
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Intersection
Intersection Natalie Graham (bio) There’s a traffic jam in the front yard: red and limp azaleas, in silent litany, cluster for water. Magnolia blossoms wither, yellow. Shrieking crickets scuttle behind a battered mailbox. As summer persists, everything exaggerates. Light splits darkened corners, lines the wooden floor. Selfish and unashamed, I am jealous of your better daughter. Even in August, when I’d expect winter to hide beneath the ground, y…
Song, Without a Musical Note for My Granddaddy
Song, Without a Musical Note for My Granddaddy Natalie Graham (bio) Knee-deep in heaped okra, who needed English? The goitrous squashes sat by a rusted hoe. You watched a doe-eyed Jesus with a servile hush, then rapped the ground with your emphatic “Oh, well, Sir Lord, Amen!” Squatting over russet earth, you hoisted feed and reaped greens all week, voice bamming the yard before you’d cross it, singing about that lucky ol’ sun rolling up the blue …
Cinderella Sends Her Godmother Away
Cinderella Sends Her Godmother Away Natalie Graham (bio) I will never leave this house. How I hated the company of women and called my sisters wicked when they tied down my restless hands with work, when they licked me with their curses. But, Keeper, all names are curses. You know how my body arches for the faithful, brutal touch of almost family. How the skin hollers to be rubbed quiet with hurting. Don’t send your chariot. Let me slip back into…
Cracks in the Concrete
Art (2 works) · Literature (2 works) · Music History and Culture (2 works) · American Sports and Literature (1 work) · Art history (1 work) · Art, Technology, and Culture (1 work) · Cartography (1 work) · Citation (1 work) · Communication (1 work) · Dirt (1 work)