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Erika Meitner

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Erika Meitner
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Erika Meitner was born and raised in Queens and Long Island, New York. She received her AB in creative writing from Dartmouth College and an MA in religious studies and an MFA in creative writing from the University of Virginia.

Erika Meitner is the author of five poetry collections: Holy Moly Carry Me (BOA Editions, 2018); Copia (BOA Editions, 2014); Makeshift Instructions for Vigilant Girls (Anhinga Press, 2011); Ideal Cities (Anhinga Press, 2010), winner of the 2009 National Poetry Series; and Inventory at the All-Night Drugstore (Anhinga Press, 2003), winner of the 2002 Anhinga-Robert Dana Prize for Poetry.

She is the recipient of fellowships from The MacDowell Colony, the Virginia Center for Creative Arts, and the Sewanee Writers’ Conference, among others. Meitner is an associate professor of English and director of the undergraduate and MFA programs in creative writing at Virginia Tech. She lives in Blacksburg, Virginia.


Bibliography

Holy Moly Carry Me (BOA Editions, 2018)
Copia (BOA Editions, 2014)
Makeshift Instructions for Vigilant Girls (Anhinga Press, 2011)
Ideal Cities (Anhinga Press, 2010)
Inventory at the All-Night Drugstore (Anhinga Press, 2003)

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What can I say to cheer you up? This afternoon the sky is like five portholes between the clouds. The unidentifiable weeds are tall and still unidentifiable and I miss the cows in the field, where have they gone? Sometimes one would wander then stand in the middle of the road and I’d
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Hand-painted on the side
of a shack we pass
on the road to Ohio:
what this world comin to?

This is not haiku. This
is more like fog and we’re
socked in and your body

is invisible and right
across from me
simultaneously.

How much ammo you got

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and the moon         once it stopped         was sleeping

in the cold blue light          and the moon          while the wind snapped

vinyl siding apart          slipped around corners          whipped the neighbors'

carefully patterned bunchgrass          our snow-