
Carmen Gillespie
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Biography
Carmen Gillespie is a professor of English and director and founder of the Griot Institute for Africana Studies at Bucknell University. In addition to scholarly articles and poem publications, she is author of the literary critical works, A Critical Companion to Toni Morrison (2007), A Critical Companion to Alice Walker (2011), and the editor of Toni Morrison: Forty Years in the Clearing (2012). Carmen has published a poetry chapbook, Lining the Rails (2008) and three poetry collections, Jonestown: A Vexation, which won the 2011 Naomi Long Madgett Poetry Prize; The Blue Black Wet of Wood (2016), the winner of Two Sylvia's Wilder Series Poetry Prize, and The Ghosts of Monticello: A Recitatif (2017), winner of the 2016 Stillhouse Press Prize for Poetry. The Ghosts of Monticello: A Recitatif was a nominee for the 2018 Library of Virginia Poetry Award. Carmen's awards include an Ohio Arts Council Individual Artist Fellowship for Excellence in Poetry and grants from the National Endowment for the Humanities, the Mellon Foundation, the Bread Loaf Writer's Conference, the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, and has served as a Fulbright scholar. Essence magazine named Carmen one of its 40 favorite poets.Poem
the inconstant moon
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We are living for the histories of the moon,
of the man in the moon,
and of the men in the moon shots
shots, shot, shot
their shots leaving orbit to eviscerate
backs, black flesh running away
backs black and red
back then and now,
backing into the moment(s)—in or out—
in a room with no room for them, no
sanctuary of petals, no orchid yelling in curves
trying to remind us of the fundamental
female of life
and of the innocence of water,
its walls weeping
with structures that exist only
in the space of what is missing,
shifts of the moon
and what might have been—
we shoot into is
and stroke its shot
through the heart of what was