She taught us what it meant to
be married to melody -- singing
and dancing across the linoleum
floor, sometimes lip-syncing and
sometimes belting out the lines
with gusto. My sisters and I sang
into hairbrushes with a sparkle in
our eyes, while the vinyl spun
'round and Mom reigned as queen
of the dining room dance floor.
This southern-born, northern-bred Michigan-to-Tennessee-to-Michigan poet has published three haiku chapbooks to date, as well as two poetry chapbooks. Her poems have been exhibited on the walls of the Customs House Museum & Cultural Center and featured on the pages of the now defunct Canadian-based arts blog The Space Between. Two of Amy’s poems appear in the Civil War-related anthology Filtered Through Time. Her latest chapbook, Bathroom Poems, promises fun while you flush.