A Dead Name That Learned How To Live

“Hell, I know my superpower! I stare back  at the solo sun & think, I could take you   down, right to the cool core if my mother asked it of me,  or if I thought my father would   write it in his will, or on a simple day.  See, I’m less scared of spiders than of what it could be like if   some people fly out the window of this world’s womb web  & I never got the chance to reach for them, to tell them, Save your last look for a better tragedy.   Fighting, scar-sweet in scarlet, measured  like a middle finger, might not be a love song  in your neighborhood but I’m a country bitch.” –from SUPER-HUMAN An honest lyric, a mighty harpoon straight from the heart, Golden’s debut full-length,  A Dead Name That Learned How To Live weaves poems, family photographs, and self-portraits to share a journey of survival and living in the American south. Exploring themes of loss and legacy, nation and love language, forgiveness and fortitude, Blackness and being, Golden continually asks–What sh