“Last week someone asked me what topic I never want to see again in a poem and without hesitation I said, “Trump’s America.” I’m so sick of Trump’s America poems. I’ve been reading about 50 of them a week for the last year and a half—and that’s not an exaggeration. Over 3,000 Trump poems like an assault on my brain. I think readers are getting a little tired of them, too.
But then, still, you inevitably read the 3,001st, by Meg Pokrass, and have that little flash of goosebumps feeling that comes with a good poem, especially one with a really good last line. So you can’t help but publish it. I also love the dreamy, sleepwalking feeling.” -Timothy Green, Rattle Editor