Amy Pajewski

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  • ‘Diversity,’ feminized work, and other truth bombs at ACRL 2017

    Our profession is steeped in a murky racial and gendered history. When Roxane Gay came on stage, the first thing she said to us was “man, there’s a lot of white people in this room.” And, she’s right. Librarianship has been feminized and white ever since Melvil Dewey. You remember, the Dewey decimal system guy?…

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  • Elk Rut

    Flesh and blood and muscle all conjoined, breathe with the woods around it. As if the herd drifts like water, in and out of the sugar maples and buckeyes, crimson with the blood of October. Bugling bulls model coveted crowns, strut regally amid the Blue Ridge, swollen.  Where bony prongs, now stained, reveal only chalky…

  • you walked out

    this morning.  Pacing as you turned your panties inside- out.  Slid one hole up your leg, then the other. Cloudy silhouette, still now – you look at me. Are you crying? When our eyes meet, this time- I feel nothing. And I didn’t even get to tell you, how pretty your dress looks, when you’re…

  • My car smells like hummus, old cigarettes and vanilla cupcake freshener which creates this sickening stench that makes me gag. And you can’t even experience it because the trash is piled above and behind the seat where we once rolled ashes clinging to sweaty skin and in your hair. where we laughed and explored each…

  • christmas eve

    I burnt my bayberry candle down to the wick it brings good luck and money they say which is nice because i need it.

  • Your hair feels like the tops of pussy-willow chutes and sparkles with the dust in my bedroom.  Swirled around my pillow. the slats of the blinds cast shadows which mask and uncover you all at once. I watch the gentle rise and fall of your chest and your eyes flicker with films I can’t see-…