Meet Rachel Zucker:
Meet the Fact that I like Marzipan:
Rachel Zucker is way, way wolf. She smells the bird-eggs and rolls them down the hill, licking worms that surface to look. She is the kind of wolf that doesn't know she is a wolf, she just enjoys eating your marrow.
I've seen her read twice, and these times were years apart, but both times she was pregant. This leads me to believe that she is always pregnant. Because I believe what I see, you optical illusion, you. Anyways, this is her bio straight from the poet's webpage:
Rachel Zucker was born in New York City in 1971. The daughter of storyteller Diane Wolkstein and novelist Benjamin Zucker, she was raised in Greenwich Village and traveled around the world with her parents on Wolkstein's folktale-collecting trips. After graduating from Yale with a B.A. in Psychology, Zucker attended the University of Iowa where she received her M.F.A in poetry. Zucker's first full-length collection is Eating in the Underworld (Wesleyan 2003), a series of poems that follows the narrative arc of the myth of Persephone. Her second collection, The Last Clear Narrative, a cross examination of marriage and motherhood, was published by Wesleyan in 2004. Zucker is the winner of the Salt Hill Poetry Award (1999, judged by C.D. Wright) and the Barrow Street Poetry Prize (2000). In 2002 she won the Center for Book Arts Award (judged by Lynn Emanuel) for her long poem, "Annunciation" which was published as a limited edition chapbook. Her poems have appeared in many journals including: 3rd Bed, American Poetry Review, Barrow Street, Colorado Review, Epoch, Fence, Iowa Review, Pleiades and Prairie Schooner as well as in the Best American Poetry 2001 anthology.
Zucker is the Poet-in-residence at Fordham University. She is also a certified labor doula , CD (DONA) and has attended 8 births. Zucker previously taught at Yale, NYU and Makor. She has also worked as a photographer, day care teacher and gem dealer. She lives in New York with her husband, Josh Goren, and their two sons. She is currently working on a novel and, along with poet Arielle Greenberg, is co-editing Efforts and Affections, an anthology of essays by women poets about mentorship.
She had this poem in The Canary a while ago that you should dig up and read. It's really dark and amazing. It will give you a fever only another wolf can nurse.
This is a poem, "Diary (Surface) from an issue of 3rd Bed:
The day is too bright.
Everyone has already seen it or one just like it,
their necks like poles or bent accordions
and all around me poisonous berries on beautiful trees
not worth describing.
No one eats anymore.
No one makes mistakes.
Also, I would just like to reiterate that I like Marzipan, especially because it comes shaped like fruit. How deceitful!