Nancy Meyer

Nancy L. Meyer, she/her, intrepid cyclist, lazy cook from unceded Ramaytush Ohlone lands, aka San Francisco. First collection, The Stoop and The Steeple, 2024. Nominated twice each by Best of the Net and Pushcart. In 10 anthologies including by Gunpowder Press, Wising Up Press, Ageless Authors and many journals: Sheila Na Gig, The Orchards, Caesura and the Colorado, Laurel, Madison, McNeese, Stonecoast and Sugar House Reviews. Hedgebrook resident.

“In the Doorway, Mother,” “Caveats at Ape Caves,” and “A Certain Kind of Dying”

Your papery lips press mine hungry as a predator’s beak. Our ears brush: hearing aids clack and buzz.

Pull apart

“Alone” and “The Night After I Stumbled Upon My Blood Owning Slaves”

I hear in jail they beat you
with soap in a sock so the bruises
don’t show. I ride South
on the Greyhound

to Bloody Sunday, Bull Connor,
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