Posts by Elizabeth Powell

Two Poems photo
January 28, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Elizabeth Powell

The past kept living inside me like a cheap Timex. “Where are you going?” the store clerk said. But I heard my father in my head, practically dragging me from bed to bon voyage me out of Newark when this terminal was merely stairs, no moving sidewalks...

Autocorrecting The Lyric I photo
August 31, 2016 | Nonfiction

Autocorrecting The Lyric I

Elizabeth Powell

I understand this. This is what made me psychic. This is what makes images arrive on the doorstep with a bindle over the shoulder made of red bandana. Each man is the last man.