Poem by Allison Whittenberg

Woolgathering Review

1 year ago

The Cult of Sylvia Plath

Name ten living poets
Give me ten lines of contemporary verse
How about ten syllables
Want to buy a vowel?
Truth works
Like a magnet in reverse
It pulls us away from it.
The average person would rather watch E network’s documentary on
Harry Styles than delve into archetypal memories permutations,
Rosary beads of
Words of ideas
And words ideas
And idealized words.
Poetry remains outside.
Poetry is for eggheads.
Poetry is irrelevant.
Poetry is buried.
Name ten dead poets

A Whittenberg is a Philadelphia native who has a global perspective. If she wasn’t an author she’d be a private detective or a jazz singer. She loves reading about history and true crime. Her other novels include Sweet Thang, Hollywood and Maine, Life is Fine, Tutored and The Sane Asylum.