Marshall, Maya 2020

Thursday, February 20, 2020
Reading Series with Marty McConnell and Maya Marshall
The Martin


I bleed daily
for a month,
produce a liver-shaped thing.
He rinses his blood
with a chemical cocktail
every third Thursday.
We make nothing—no child
no pacts—but distance,
until we both lose.

– Maya Marshall, “The Field of Blood”

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Watch Maya Marshall read her poems and converse with Nicole Homer in this Poetry Foundation event:

I don’t know what I would do
if a man looked like my daddy hated me,
hated my sex all the more because I did not want him
to have it, or because I have wanted a woman too–

– Maya Marshall, “Portrait in the Lone Star”

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Read this interview that Maya Marshall did with Black Women Radicals:

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