{"id":297,"date":"2008-01-02T21:35:35","date_gmt":"2008-01-03T01:35:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2008\/01\/02\/nickole-brown-what-i-did\/"},"modified":"2008-01-02T21:35:35","modified_gmt":"2008-01-03T01:35:35","slug":"nickole-brown-what-i-did","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2008\/01\/02\/nickole-brown-what-i-did\/","title":{"rendered":"Nickole Brown, &#8220;What I Did, II&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"nickole-brown-headshot.gif\" src=\"http:\/\/www.beatrice.com\/nickole-brown-headshot.gif\" width=\"98\" height=\"151\" border=\"0\" align=\"right\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>In the squealing creak<br \/>\nof a yellow school bus<br \/>\nI made baby feet<br \/>\nin the morning fog windows,<br \/>\nthe side of my fists and ten<br \/>\nthumbprints down.<\/p>\n<p>I wiped them away, breathed on the glass,<br \/>\nmade others<\/p>\n<p>with higher arches, rounder heels,<br \/>\nperfect going-to-market toes.<br \/>\nI wiped those away, breathed on the glass,<br \/>\ntried again, then wiped, breathed,<br \/>\ntried again,<br \/>\ntried again.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>From <a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/1597090891\"><i>Sister<\/i><\/a>, a &#8220;novel-in-poems&#8221; that&#8217;s also a debut collection. I first met Nickole in her capacity as the marketing director for <a href=\"http:\/\/www.sarabandebooks.org\/\">Sarabande Books<\/a>, but of course this is a completely different side to her creative passions. It&#8217;s a clich&#233; to saw that poems dealing with an emotionally traumatic past are &#8220;raw,&#8221; and in this case it would be particularly inappropriate&#8212;this burst of expression has clearly been burning within Nickole for some time, and we&#8217;re the ones who are lucky that she&#8217;s brought it out of the kiln.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the squealing creak of a yellow school bus I made baby feet in the morning fog windows, the side of my fists and ten thumbprints down. I wiped them away, breathed on the glass, made others with higher arches, rounder heels, perfect going-to-market toes. I wiped those away, breathed on the glass, tried again, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/297"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=297"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/297\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=297"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=297"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=297"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}