SWWIM sustains and celebrates women poets by connecting creatives across generations and by curating a living archive of contemporary poetry, while solidifying Miami as a nexus for the literary arts.
I pray, approaching the rapture in their open, dying eyes: racoons, skunks, the occasional dog— its owner, desperate, calling Ollie, Ollie… A Hail Mary can’t help, but I say one anyway because it’s all I can do to relieve the weeping blister of my brain from studying their sweet crushed skulls. Sometimes, I’ll drag a doe into the reeds to keep my secret: I am not a nice lady.
Amy Thatcher is a native Philadelphian, where she works as a public librarian. Her poems have been published in Guesthouse, Bear Review, Rust + Moth, Rhino, and are forthcoming in Crab Creek Review.
