ONE OF OUR MORE SERIOUS POETS — TARA ROEDER
/She’s one of our more serious poets. Seventeen affairs and counting. (Several with Russians.) Since 2003 and on a daily basis she has produced from 5:17 a.m. to 7:03 a.m. on a slice of gravlax and a cracked mug of black coffee.
Her tiny daughter Sophia Maria goes to a Montessori school.
No flippant ball of energy, no kittenish ingénue, she excavates deeply. Her work washes over you like a brilliant benediction (claimed one reviewer), and leaves you panting and jealous. Not a word is wasted. Her vocabulary stalks you.
But she looks so good too. The dirty sweater dresses. The smudged, seven hundred dollar glasses. That little V shaved on the back of her head.
Fuck.
Tara Roeder is an Associate Professor of Writing Studies in New York City. Her work has appeared in multiple venues including Monkeybicycle, The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, The Bombay Gin, and Haggard and Halloo. Her chapbook is forthcoming from dancing girl press.
