K.A. Wright was born and raised in Ohio, and spent her time between inner-city and rural poverty, giving her work fresh flavor and a signature dose of reality while still maintaining a level of sardonic whimsy. Having dealt with mental illness, both in herself and her immediate family, a lot of her writing comes from a perspective of understanding and a desire to tear down the tabooed walls surrounding mental illness.
storm at a funeral
Just before this there are the dark clouds
At the window sill, my tea steeps
Cold steps out from behind steam
I think of lace on gram’aw’s table
Then
Sheets of rain
Gray damask and linen curtains
a cough clearing the air in an empty parlor
blue skies outside, cruel joke