Jason Myers
Ars Poetica in Which the Poet is Not a Cockroach

Jason Myers - Ars Poetica in Which the Poet is Not a Cockroach

Poetry
Jason Myers is the Editor-in-Chief of The EcoTheo Review. His writing has appeared in American Poet (introduced by Campbell McGrath), The Believer, Ecotone, Image, The Paris Review, West Branch, and… Read more »
Brock Jones
Cardiology

Brock Jones - Cardiology

Poetry
Brock Jones is an assistant professor of English at Utah Valley University and the author of Cenotaph (University of Arkansas Press, 2016), a finalist in the 2016 Miller Williams Poetry Prize. His… Read more »
Amorak Huey
In the Final Months of My Parents’ Marriage

Amorak Huey - In the Final Months of My Parents’ Marriage

Poetry
Amorak Huey is the author of three books of poetry: Boom Box (Sundress, 2019), Seducing the Asparagus Queen (Cloudbank, 2018, winner of the Vern Rutsala Prize), and Ha Ha Ha Thump (Sundress, 2015), as… Read more »
Sandy Longhorn
Not Another Dead Woman as Plot Device

Sandy Longhorn - Not Another Dead Woman as Plot Device

Poetry
Sandy Longhorn has received the Porter Fund Literary Prize for Arkansas authors and the Collins Prize from the Birmingham Poetry Review. She is the author of three books of poetry: The Alchemy of My… Read more »
Melissa Crowe
The Parting

Melissa Crowe - The Parting

Poetry
Melissa Crowe is the author of Dear Terror, Dear Splendor (University of Wisconsin Press, 2019), and her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Crab Orchard Review, Poetry, Tupelo Quarterly, and… Read more »

Not Another Dead Woman as Plot Device

Sandy Longhorn

They’ve killed the female lead, again,
on the latest police procedural. Her blonde

hair fans out in a bloodied halo
against the red cobblestone and a fine rain

glosses her skin. They’ve arranged her limbs
in pinwheel fashion and tilted back

her sculpted chin to give the camera
access to a lithe, vulnerable neck, the wound

kept out of sight, alluded to as a strike
to the back of her head. Enough to end

her life but never a disfiguring blow—
her character nothing but a pawn

to up the ante of tragedies suffered
by the older, white male detective.

They are linked, of course, romantically,
and if she’d only listened, followed orders

without question, understood his deeper,
unstated plan, he’d have saved her.

Instead, he rises from his crouch
of grief, tears held back, and vengeance

ennobles his quest for the archvillain.
The showrunners know viewers tune in

in higher numbers when the damsel,
no longer in distress, is dead.
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