It's a CRIME not to read this...

I love my job as Poetry Editor for The Human

Hot off the press is The Human journal's  Crime Writing Special Issue  including crime poetry. True confession: I have always wanted to work as a private detective. In fact, I think that the skills that one needs to be a good writer (salient details, creativity, imagination, focus) might really come in handy.

Perhaps I need a business card, The Poet's Private Detective, for uncovering metaphors and searching out lost hyphens. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this amazing special issue edited by Rebecca Martin (everything but the poetry).

And to whet your appetite, here is the beginning of the poem "Theft" by Cindy Veach.

THEFT

How I came down from Quebec to work in the mills—
How I never imagined it would be such hell.
How industry. How factory bell. How many miles
of cloth I conjured from the bloody cotton.
How my eyes couldn’t get enough
of the one window—the Great Out There. How I lied—
about a cloudless sky; there was one solitary cloud
far up in the cerulean vault. How I schemed to leave—
steal my wages instead of sending them back home

for the rest of the poem, click here