Allison Blevins

I’m going to stop coming out in the usual I don’t want to offend you way. I’ll tell the next children’s librarian who asks me my husband’s name about the time a cop held my wife against our car, ran his hands slowly up her legs, pushed his dry thumb inside her, then walked away.     […]

Keep watch over your children. Forget about linger and loaf. Think of all the yeses you’ve spoken. Aim to be small. Remember loving the sound of some place: a hum or a whoosh.  When the men come, when they swell, chests puffed full of gospeled breath, let them come. Be broken like kindling. Remember your mother’s perfume. Think of the hills, […]