H.K. Rainey received her Master of Fine Arts from Mills College in Oakland, California, where she was a two-time poetry editor of the literary journal 580 Split. She is a founding member of the literary collective 9st. Her work has appeared in Jacket Magazine, the Sand Canyon Review, deadpaper, The Walrus, Bang Out SF, Corium Magazine, Full of Crow, Rusty Truck Magazine, New College Review, Cider Press Review, sPARKLE and bLINK; and the anthologies Word Trips: Poems from the First Coast (Hidden Owl Books, 2007), So Speak Up! (Oakland, 2010)and Conversations at the Wartime Café: A Decade of War 2001-2011 (Ed. Sean Labrador Y Manzano). She has appeared in several reading series including Acker's Dangerous Daughters, the Bang Out Reading SeriesH.K. Rainey received her Master of Fine Arts from Mills College in Oakland, California, where she was a two-time poetry editor of the literary journal 580 Split. She is a founding member of the literary collective 9st. Her work has appeared in Jacket Magazine, the Sand Canyon Review, deadpaper, The Walrus, Bang Out SF, Corium Magazine, Full of Crow, Rusty Truck Magazine, New College Review, Cider Press Review, sPARKLE and bLINK; and the anthologies Word Trips: Poems from the First Coast (Hidden Owl Books, 2007), So Speak Up! (Oakland, 2010)and Conversations at the Wartime Café: A Decade of War 2001-2011 (Ed. Sean Labrador Y Manzano). She has appeared in several reading series including Acker's Dangerous Daughters, the Bang Out Reading Series, Contingency, Quiet Lightning, Bitchez Brew, Lyrics & Dirges and Works in Progress. She produced and co-curated the Anger Management Reading Series in San Francisco. She recently returned to the South and lives in the small town of Hanceville, Alabama with her invisible tan and black pug, Mr. Jenkins, who was found wandering alone on the streets of San Francisco....more
In my hand, I held a paper about six inches tall and four inches wide containing the words: “I don’t want to waste my tax dollars on these criminals”; “those people deserve to be locked away where the sun don’t shine”; and– the greatest indignity of all–the words, “flared nostril at me.” This paper was a formal critique of my final speech in speech class at a Christian university– a sp