LINKS TO SOME RECENTLY PUBLISHED WORKS

"Notes to the Ghost of a Suicide Now Nameless," a poem inspired by Heather Clark's monumental recently published biography, Red Comet, on the life and work of poet Sylvia Plath, is featured in Issue V of OyeDrum Magazine:

https://oyedrum.com/notes-to-the-ghost-of-a-suicide-now-nameless-poem-by-arya-f-jenkins-larissa-boni/

"When (A Melody for Jazz)," a jazz-inspired poem, is featured in Jerry Jazz Musician, the premier online jazz zine:

https://jerryjazzmusician.com/when-a-melody-for-jazz-a-poem-by-arya-f-jenkins/

"My Father's Country," a poem about my collage of feelings first arriving in the U.S. as a child, was featured in Hawaii Pacific Review, a gorgeous zine edited by Tyler MacMahon:

https://hawaiipacificreview.org/tag/arya-f-jenkins/


                                                           




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