Episode 09: All Abu Dhabi, All the Time
Episode description
All 3 of the poems on today’s episode were submitted by poet Brittney Scott.* The Abu Dhabi editors flagged Scott’s previous submissions—we wanted to publish them!—but we moved too slowly. Other publications nabbed them. So Scott sent us another batch of poems to consider and we discussed them on this special edition of “The Slush Pile,” the “all Abu Dhabi all the time edition,” featuring members of our Abu Dhabi editorial board.
All 3 of the poems on today’s episode were submitted by poet Brittney Scott.* The Abu Dhabi editors flagged Scott’s previous submissions—we wanted to publish them!—but we moved too slowly. Other publications nabbed them. So Scott sent us another batch of poems to consider and we discussed them on this special edition of “The Slush Pile,” the “all Abu Dhabi all the time edition,” featuring members of our Abu Dhabi editorial board.
These poems set out to both delight and appall. We were transfixed by a dismembered body mauled by dogs in “After the Hunt”; fascinated by the relationship between a daughter and her mother, an “unstable gardener,” in “Daughter of Wild Lettuce.”
Plus, Scott’s work stuck an inadvertent chord with our PBQ ex-pat crew. Listen as Scott’s poems help the Abu Dhabi editors make sense of being far flung, of being mildly Dazed & Confused.
Brittney Scott received an MFA from Hollins University in Virginia. A finalist in the 2013 Narrative 30 Below Contest, she is also the 2012 recipient of the Joy Harjo Prize for Poetry and the Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Poetry Prize. She teaches creative writing to adults, Girl Scouts, and high-risk youth at Richmond’s Visual Arts Center.
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--MW
* You might notice that we posted only 2 of the 3 poems we discussed in this week’s episode in our show notes. This is the first time in 9 episodes we’ve had a poet ask us not to post anything we reject. You’ll have to listen to hear more!
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Present at the Editorial Table:
Marion Wrenn
Anna Pedersen
Ben Hackenberger
Samantha Neugebauer
Production Engineer:
Richard Lennon
PBQ Box Score: 2=3
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After the Hunt
Here’s the body the dogs robbed—
the limbs strewn around the field like prophecy.
She won’t make it,
they say. They say
the body found in her bed
was eaten right through to the floral mattress.
They had to shut her eyes
because she would not stop
blinking up at a bone marrow colored sky,
enjoying her party, the confetti
of her flayed body.
The dogs got sick on her form,
the remains of her last meal of steamed artichoke
grapes, mercy, and rejection.
Don’t they know
What’s good for one
will poison another? So
they say. They say
the dogs died in a circle
and she rose the next day
to bury them and bring flowers
to their graves.
Daughter of Wild Lettuce
My mother plants snow peas behind the garage.
She works around the sink hole that takes
dry leaves and garbage all summer.
In her memory, I am an almost abortion.
She plants marigolds with the tomatoes,
symbiotic bright suns
bursting between the rows.
Sometimes she knows, love
abounding, sometimes she overlooks
an entire season’s glut, and rot
carries us through winter.
In the cellar, plastic roses, night crawlers,
unfinished half-hearted projects,
the potatoes’ all seeing eyes and me
damp through my nightshirt.
No natural light filters in,
so I only know the earth’s eternal hour.
My mother, an unstable gardener,
tosses spare seeds into barren patches
of the backyard. We won’t know until spring.
Sometimes new buds shoot up
in the most unusual places,
but more often, they don’t.