Rebecca Morgan Frank is the author of Oh You Robot Saints! (Carnegie Mellon 2021), The Spokes of Venus (Carnegie Mellon 2017), Sometimes We're All Living in a Foreign Country (Carnegie Mellon 2016), and Little Murders Everywhere (Salmon Poetry 2012), finalist for the Kate Tufts Discovery Award. She is the recipient of the Poetry Society of America's Alice Fay di Castagnola Award for her next manuscript-in-progress, and her poems appear in The New Yorker, American Poetry Review, Pleaides, 32 Poems, and elsewhere. She co-founded and edits the online journal Memorious.

Other poems by Rebecca Morgan Frank in Verse Daily:
January 14, 2021:   "The Mechanical Eves" "Oh, man has made her..."
February 6, 2020:   "Automaton Angels" "Any idea can be made..."
November 28, 2017:   "Leda, After" "I felt the needle go in...."
September 9 2015:   "Patriarch" "The father is the mother of absence. Ina..."
October 1, 2012:   "Pilgrimage" "This morning early, I followed..."

Books by Rebecca Morgan Frank:

Other poems on the web by Rebecca Morgan Frank:
"Not Everybody's Bestiary (Yet)"
Five poems
"At Sea"
Three poems
"Spokes of Venus"
"The Art of Reading"
Five poems
Three poems
Two poems
"Juramentado"
"Hurricane House Party"
"Rescue"

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About Oh You Robot Saints!:

"The truth is in the job, not the wound” is one of my favorite lines in Rebecca Morgan Frank's daring Oh You Robot Saints!, a book in which the beauty, jealousy, and worship of the gods take center stage. Part of the precision of this book and every one of its lines has to do with Frank's commitment to showing us tragedy as the Greeks would through her indomitable use of second person like a director giving instructions: “Fill the ark: start / with the giant flower / beetle . . .” And part of it has to do with full-on Sapphic tenderness: “The women I've loved and lived with are dead, / and today it felt like spring might return.” This volume proves Rebecca Morgan Frank is a poet of the exact and the harrowing."
—Jericho Brown