Bruce, Debra 1998


he smells like leather and mint and the El that shot
him through the city. Now he slips
his headstrap off, his black patch. But not
for them–the ones who heaved at him and swung
their taunt: Let’s see what’s under there.

– Debra Bruce, “The Fitting”

Broadside of "The Fitting" by Debra Bruce.

Broadside of “The Fitting” by Debra Bruce.

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Read an interview with Debra Bruce from Diane Lockward’s Poetry Salon:

Poetry Salon: Debra Bruce

I am happy to host today’s Poetry Salon for Debra Bruce . I first met Debra on the Wompo Poetry Listserv. I then had the pleasure o…

Sometimes her tongue is numb
all morning, she says, but
she doesn’t say when
to go back, maybe at the first
crackle of bone as you bend
for the baby’s dropped spoon.

– Debra Bruce, “Granny Dunn Says Go Back”

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Watch this discussion including Debra Bruce and Jennifer Dotson from Poetry Today:

Poetry Today – Debra Bruce & Jennifer Dotson

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