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Robin Myers

The child goes willingly,offering up her rosebudbackpack to the police.Up there and outsideis the snow, the scrapedsky, the barbershopquartet, the fourteen-dollar glass of wine,livid pigeons, RikersIsland, ice skatersembracing, the riseand fall of some butnot all things relevantto our story. The girl’smother flickers behindher. The policemangrins like a ficklefather. Someone pingsa steel drum downbelow all this. Thetunnel’s metal marrowhums its hymn, blurtspixels that bid us toobey. If you see some-thing, say something.If you’re here, pay.

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Robin Myers works as a freelance translator from the Spanish. Her poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in the Massachusetts Review, the Harvard Review, PANK Magazine, 32 Poems, Narrative Magazine, and elsewhere.

Beloit Poetry Journal

Fall 2018

Windham, Maine

Editors: Melissa Crowe, Rachel Contreni Flynn
Associate Editor: Jessica Jacobs
Senior Editor: Lee Sharkey

Our longstanding mission is to seek out and share work of fresh and lasting power, poems that speak startling, complicated, necessary truths and that do so in surprising and beautiful ways. Since 1950, the BPJ has cleaved to a set of editorial practices that enable discovery of vibrant new voices and that foster long-lasting relationships with some of the most gifted, important poets of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries.

Our aim is to offer work that pushes boundaries of content, aesthetic, and form—to showcase what’s becoming of contemporary poetry—and we do so the old fashioned way. Senior staff read each submission thoroughly and openheartedly; when a poem moves, informs, and inspires us, we forward it to the entire editorial board, a group of about half a dozen skilled volunteer readers. These readers weigh in, and what continues to engage the group comes with us to the next biannual editorial board meeting.

…[W]e’re known for publishing long poems other journals won’t make space for. We’re known for publishing formally challenging poems, for printing the brutally honest and the unparaphrasable alongside the wryly funny, alongside lyrics that ring clear as bells. As a staff, we’re convinced there’s no other method by which the BPJ could remain so urgent, so eclectic, and so bold. Whatever other changes we embrace, we’re steadfastly committed to the editorial practice that has proven itself with issue after issue for nearly seven decades.

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