Born and raised in Nashville, Tennessee, Evie Shockley received her BA from Northwestern University. After studying Law at the University of Michigan, she earned her PhD in African Literature from Duke University.
Shockley's first book, The Gorgon Goddess, was published by Carolina Wren Press in 2001. Since then she has published three books: a half-red sea (Carolina Wren Press, 2006), 31 words * prose poems (Belladonna* Books, 2007), and the new black (Wesleyan University Press, 2011).
Embracing both free verse and formal structures, Shockley straddles the divide between traditional and experimental poetics. A review of her work in Library Journal noted that, ... more »
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Evie Shockley Poems
i cop a squat on a squared-off log, to watch you ball on the community center court. butt numb, i shift my weight
Where is it Clean
when your mother can rise from her place on the pew during the early service, early enough that the sun barely fills the sky
— Shall Become As —
you put this pen in my hand and you take the pen from you put this pen
Where You Are Planted
He's as high as a georgia pine, my father'd say, half laughing. southern trees as measure, metaphor. highways lined with kudzu-covered southern trees.
Waiting On The Mayflower
Arrived in a boat, named and unnamed, twenty, pirated
A Sonnet For Stanley Tookie Williams
All month this country has careened toward cold and winter's celebrations: what a star announced—a birth—and then a chance to fold
Playing With Fire
something is always burning, passion, pride, envy, desire, the internal organs going chokingly up in smoke, as some- thing outside the body exerts a pull
statistical haiku (or, how do they disco...
only 3 of 100 black boys entering kindergarten will graduate college— in the night sky, shooting stars
a background in music
music city u.s.a. it was, nothing doing without a song, and not just twangy tunes that rhyme southern drawls
From The Lost Letters of Frederick Dougl...
Dear Daughter, Can you be fifty-three this month? I still look for you to peek around my door as if you'd discovered a toy
notes to my nieces (or, essays in fortun...
when i was younger, trees were green, money was green, money grew on trees, or trees grew up
Her Tin Skin
i want her tin skin. i want her militant barbie breast, resistant, cupped, no, cocked
Pantoum: Landing, 1976
Dreaming the lives of the ancestors, you awake, justly terrified of this world: you could dance underwater and not get wet,
On New Year's Eve
we make midnight a maquette of the year: frostlight glinting off snow to solemnize the vows we offer to ourselves in near
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i cop a squat on a squared-off log,
to watch you ball on the community center court.
butt numb, i shift my weight
and shake mosquitos from my ankles,
but never take my eyes off the game.
yours follow the orange orb, your pupils
twin, brown moons reflecting its light.
your play is wild efficiency,
you are a four-pronged magic wand,
waving, as if agentless, in all directions at once.
an opponent dribbles the ball - now he sees it,
now he don't, it's gone, flown,
and you've given it its wings.
you are one-eighth of the shrieking ...