Poetry
Revival, Naked Ladies with Cranes and Crows
Mary Donnelly is a Brooklyn-based poet whose work has appeared in Indiana Review, The Iowa Review, The Hat, Open City, Crowd, 5AM, and Hunger Mountain. She is Poetry Editor for failbetter (http://www.failbetter.com) and Executive Director of the �Reading Between A and B� series in the East Village. She also teaches poetry through Gotham Writers� Workshop.
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