Kay Lorraine

All this drama

So, the 21st century dumpster fire continues. All I have to do is go over to…
Why would anyone publish in print? Here are 4 good reasons.

I’ve been a believer in books my entire life. Even when the Web came along and…
Our Part in the Darkness – The New Yorker

Right after the election, my Twitter feed exploded with shock and moans. It seemed that everyone’s…
Feeling underrepresented? Of course! So, I handle it myself.

According to a new paper Degrees of Difference: Gender Segregation of U.S. Doctorates by Field and…
One Woman’s Brilliant “Fuck You” to Wikipedia Trolls

A young editor withstood a decade of online abuse. Now she’s fighting back — on Wikipedia itself. The…
Fecund/Fallow – a #poem of balance

Fecund/Fallow I am searching for poetics between jobs. Like a displaced, untenured professor, cast adrift by…
If no one else did – a #poem of passing through

If no one else did, I saw you. Trapped in a car turned on its head,…
Firewater – a #poem of retrospective hope

Firewater Days of showers, weeks of rain. When it first comes, we’re taken by surprise. Didn’t…
Steam, not Smoke – a #poem of waking

Steam, not Smoke Now the rains have come and there’s’ no threat of wildfire for another…
I once had a friend who drew… – a #poem of a different kind of art

I once had a friend who drew faces for dollar bills for a living. She said…