Jennifer A Sutherland

@jasutherland.bsky.social

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House of Myth & Necessity, coming 2026. Bullet Points: A Lyric, River River Books. Work in Plume, Birmingham Poetry Review, Hopkins Review, $ (Poetry is Currency), Best New Poets, Denver Quarterly, Parhelion, Cagibi. Jenniferasutherland.com

Poetry at Palisades Reading Series October 12, 2025 Featured Readers Steven Leyva and Michael Tager 212 Washington Avenue Fifth Floor Baltimore, MD 21204 Email PoetryatPalisades(at)gmail.com for more info. Bring a poem to share!
Baltimore friends. I am working on a new poetical project about the 80s music scene (and class, of course, this is me) in Baltimore. To that end I am looking for photos of people in places like Gerards, Marble Bar, Hammerjacks, Steeltown, Club Charles, Seagull Inn. Some of these would hopefully be used, with credit and permission, in the final project. Would you be willing to share? Please feel free to share this post with friends.
Block poem that reads: First night in Virginia, we stop at a CVS, late, the store is vast & sorry The lone clerk slow wipes a counter. She slumps, sags all that worry in her spills onto the counter's hard plastic top. I gather items & wait for her suddenly cheerful acknowledgement. It seems as if fate has made this place a symbol of American want— everything in this place seems cheap except the products for sale. The lighting, the railings, that Counter. This is replicated in Walmart, Walgreens, only the Dollar Store Does not pretend to be anything other than a repository of things you need and things you don't. The clerks are not well paid & at night left to fend for themselves in this plastic vastness. On my last visit, the clerk stands behind a cheap plastic protector. More symbol, than reality. She wears her mask and behind it smiles— she has a job & that's good, But, this is yet another display & she's expendable. We all are.
one of us would say. We were allowed to speak then. It was permitted. One of us might dream. One of us might despair. But we cleaned up the debris together & the next day the sun came & we were able to sit in it as long as our hearts desired.
Green text block that reads “Sundress Publications 2024 Open Reading Period Poetry Winners”
Skinny girl in suspenders and eighties hair holds a trumpet to her lips
Inside a wreath, the words: My unyielding melancholy brings all the existentialists to the yard.
Two photographs depicting a two-page table of contents from Hopkins Review literary magazine. The pieces are laid out like a map with a dotted line passing from one to the next. All of the pieces are about walking.