
This selection comes from String Theory by Jenny Yang Cropp, available from Mongrel Empire Press. Our curator for July is Raquel Thorne.
Jenny Yang Cropp is the author of the poetry collection String Theory (Mongrel Empire Press), a 2016 Oklahoma Book Award finalist, and the chapbook Hanging the Moon. Her new chapbook, Not a Bird or a Flower, is forthcoming this summer from Ryga: A Journal of Provocations. Her poems have appeared in a variety of journals, most recently Poemeleon and REAL: Regarding Arts & Letters. She received her MFA from Minnesota State University-Mankato and her PhD from the University of South Dakota. This fall, she will join the faculty at Southeast Missouri State University as an Assistant Professor of English. Find her online @JennyYangCropp and www.jennyyangcropp.com.
Rhiannon Thorne, known as Raquel by friends, grew up in the Bay Area of California, a couple hours north of San Francisco in the wine country. A genderqueer poet, she currently resides in Baton Rouge, LA, where she is a MFA candidate at LSU and the Interviews/Reviews editor for New Delta Review. Raquel is also co-creator of cahoodaloodaling, an associate interviewer for Up the Staircase Quarterly, and the president of Tandem Reader Awards.











The Myers-Briggs test tells me I am an ENFJ, like Abraham Lincoln (mostly interesting because I am distantly related to Mary Todd Lincoln) and Peyton Manning (mostly interesting because I was born and raised in Indianapolis—though I only have any fealty to the Pacers because I loved Reggie Miller’s big ears a kid). ENFJs like to put things into external contexts, according to all the profiles I’ve ever read. That might be true, since I was born October 2, 1993, but I like to contextualize it with “I share a birthday with King Richard III, Sting, and Ghandi.” I, however, am mostly convinced that this is just because I wholly embody the phrase my mother uses most often about me: “They can hear you a county over, Tierney.” As a toddler, I constantly received invitations to birthday parties for little, old ladies I had conversations with inside grocery stores and book stores. I remain unconvinced about by the NFJ bits, but “extravert” fits.