Blog The Stigma and the Whore Tonight, at my daughter’s volleyball practice, I stood in the school hallway catching up with…Jen LambertMarch 30, 2013
Blog A Welcoming. An Amputation. Tonight, I am tired. I haven’t seen my husband in weeks, and the weight of…Jen LambertMarch 29, 2013
Poems Dinner for the Dying When the boy comes inside with blood on his ripe hands and a quiver…Jen LambertOctober 18, 2012
Blog Virginia Center for the Creative Arts Fellowship The days are sliding into one another, and I’m having a hard time keeping track…Jen LambertOctober 18, 2012
Blog Digging for Purpose Tonight, as I’m writing this residency application letter, I’m trying my hardest to be eloquent…Jen LambertMarch 20, 2012
Blog Mustaches, Divorce, and Invisibility AWP 2012. This year I came home from Chicago with a four-day hangover, a twitching…Jen LambertMarch 6, 2012
Poems We Welcome the First Few Ladybugs We scoop them from sills, eager to let them crawl the terrain of our cupped…Jen LambertMarch 6, 2012
Poems The Little Thief I recall the day she tore through me, squalling anger long into the tiny night.…Jen LambertAugust 31, 2011
Blog Greece and Other Musings, Part 1 In Athens there are orange trees growing out of the sidewalks. Americans warned me about…Jen LambertAugust 30, 2011
Blog Flying Lessons My close friend has a book out. I just read it cover to cover,…Jen LambertAugust 30, 2011