America’s leading femynist poet, Emily Norcross came to poetics following her second divorce, third miscarriage, and fifth experience with mescaline. Her transgressive work explores polyrhythmic multisyllabic parameters exceeding beyond that which of the dominant paradigm of the dominant patriarchial male hierarchy.

“It took 38 years for me to find my voice as a woman,” says Norcross. “My father sexually abused me. He was a pig. My mother was an alcoholic—a parakeet in his gilded cage, and my pet pony was hit by a freight train. We lived on a farm. I saw all the animals being born in blood. I saw them mating, grinding their hips in the mud. Life, as I saw it, was just one big grunt, grunt, soo-eee, me-ow arf, arf, arf! I saw them die under the glittering axe and under the gun. That was the phallusy of the farm.”

After her father accidentally shot and killed himself while on a hunting trip with her, Norcross bought a used Honda 450cc motorcycle and split to San Luis Obispo at the age of 16, a transcontinental journey into teenage pansexual exploration documented in her hymen-popping first work, the transgressive “Lane Ends. Merge.” (APA, 1979. Out of Print).

“I’m writing about hot flashes and death,” proclaims Norcross. “I’m writing about deceitful paternalistic hierarchical Godheads. I’m writing about being sucked dry by hordes of ticks. I’m writing about the dead white sculptor Henry Moore who carved holes in women with his Godamned chisel. I'm writing about the heteronormative piece-of-reconceptualized-shitdogclown would-be poseur hounskull cuirass artist St. George, the Republican Christ-worshipping breeder pig, yes, St. George whose show at Carrburrito's bullshit Open Eye Gallery is something that little Dick Cheney should shove up his war-machine ass. And, personally, I really don't understand how this male can get a second show at the same time down the effing street at Jack Sprat Gallery on Franklin Street in Chapel Hill. Is it because he has testicles? And the fact that he has not one, but two more exhibits up in Durham and at the most far-out java joints in town makes me want to rip out Sarah Palin's eyes. Give me and my bleeding uterus a break. And I don't really think I would appreciate seeing a big red square painting titled "Bella Abzug" if I walked in to get a cinnamon latte at 10:30. Either in the morning or at night. I’m writing about SPF50 sunscreen, too, and stilettos, mascara, dreams, and daisies. And Clinique Bonus Days, too. All that feminine bullshit. I’m writing about doing mushrooms in the Spice Islands with my Dravidian lover Chanta, seeing thirty waterspouts undulating the warm Sri Lankan sea at midnight in an aglistening incandescent fluorescent ballet, the stars and angels singing 'round me, 'O, joy divine,'” says Norcross, her passion obvious. Clearly, for her, the flying fish jeté.

A tenured professor of Woman Studies at Clisterford College in Holyroyd, Massachusetts, Norcross is also the author of “Now NOW: Now,” the recent highly acclaimed biography of the former NOW President Eleanor Smeal (APA, 2005, Out of Print). It is the only footnoted life history of Ms. Smeal written in heroic couplets. She is also the co-author (with Klea Andron) of "Child Almighty: Hupermoiran Realities of the African-American Girl in Art." (Oova Press, 1998).

The American Poetry Alliance is also proud to have published Norcross’ other poetic volumes: ‘Hot Wrist Glass” (APA, 1989, Out of Print); "Chamomille Bondage" (APA, 1990, Out of Print); "Bad Pussy Boulevard" (APA, 2003, Out of Print); "Clorox Dawn" (APA, 1999, Out of Print); and “Fem XI”(APA, 2001, Out of Print). She is the Editor-in-Chief and Founder of "Pilot's Thumb: The Journal of Modern Women's Poetry." (For more, visit www.bubblebubble.com.) Ms. Norcross' most recent work "The Golden Hour: Poems About Death & Other Vital Matters" was published to much acclaim by Ms. and Bitch Magazines. It also got mentioned in an issue of Cosmo. (Buy it now on Amazon.)

A vegetarian, she is in a polyamorous blood-bonded relationship and has three cats—Bella, Germaine, and Maude.

Womyn are invited to correspond with Emily at e.norcross@icx.net. 

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