Testimonials

Praise for Smoke of Her Body (forthcoming from Jacar Press):

“This book has that punch in the stomach, wow, who the fuck wrote this factor. The poems are strong, yet understated, loud and quiet at the same time. It gets a grip and doesn’t let up.”            — Dorianne Laux (The Book of Men, W.W. Norton, 2011)

“Unrelentingly harrowing.”   — Marie Howe (The Kingdom of Ordinary Time, W.W. Norton, 2008)

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~And last but not least~

Soleil Moon Frye writes of Stephanie Levin, “You have Punky Power!” on the back of a postcard, in response to a script sent in for a contest when I was fourteen.  My idea: Punky solves the mystery of a kidnapped child by paying attention to the (newly-instituted) face of abducted children on milk cartons.  The way I’ve always told the story of this rejection is that, although my script was rejected, the very same idea ended up in an episode not too long after.  But a Google search has completely upended my indignant fury toward Hollywood, for it seems that an episode titled “Milk Does a Body Good” aired on December 1, 1985, when I was twelve years old.  So it seems that Hendrix lyrics were not the only thing I was “inspired by.”  Forgive me, Punky.  Forgive the roses and me….

(I can’t ever remember lines of poems except ones that really irritate me.  This is the last line from Frank O’Hara’s “To my Dead Father.” You wouldn’t believe the myriad ways it works its way into my writing and speaking, like a contagious jingle.)


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