I Still Go to Bed with Water - Sevcenko, Melanie
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"I Still Go to Bed with Water" sets its readers loose and untended, like all the critters from a menagerie of collected memories. One day cooped up, the next fending for ourselves in oddness. But oddness and strange intimacy is where the poems come to life - each a glimpse at what once was and how it becomes something entirely different in interaction with the reflection. The language here is at turns cryptic, precise, sometimes German, and other times nodding to the flowers of the Romantics.

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"I Still Go to Bed with Water" sets its readers loose and untended, like all the critters from a menagerie of collected memories. One day cooped up, the next fending for ourselves in oddness. But oddness and strange intimacy is where the poems come to life - each a glimpse at what once was and how it becomes something entirely different in interaction with the reflection. The language here is at turns cryptic, precise, sometimes German, and other times nodding to the flowers of the Romantics.
Autorenporträt
Melanie Sevcenko is a poet, radio producer, and recovering bohemian. She moved to Portland, Oregon by way of Berlin, Germany, where she lived for almost a decade and hustled as a film critic and reporter for various outlets. Her poems have appeared in Permafrost Magazine, Poetry Quarterly, Verse Daily, Black Heart Magazine, apt, The Fourth River, and more. She is quite proud of the title of her poetry chapbook, We Slept in Body Bags, Just in Case, which was published in 2013 by Finishing Line Press. She's also an Irish and Canadian citizen and is probably a distant relative of Ukrainian writer Taras Shevchenko. These days, Melanie works in public radio and podcasting and contributes to NPR, The Guardian, and Marketplace, amongst others. In her off-time, she can be found cooking plant-based meals, lighting bonfires in backyards, or buried under her 16-pound orange tabby.