The Truth Is
When I was a little girl, maybe four or five, I watched movies on my bedroom wall. Far across the sea of yellow shag carpet I’d sit cross-legged and hunched over on my bed. The truth is they were not real. The truth is I saw them, still. Even though there was no machine showing a world that didn’t exist, no film wrapped around a reel like a belt around a fist.
Originally published in The Greensboro Review, Fall 2014
Staci R. Schoenfeld received an MFA from Southern Illinois University. A recipient of grants from the Barbara Deming Memorial Fund and the Kentucky Foundation for Women and residencies from the Ragdale Foundation, Edward F. Albee Foundation, and the New York Mills Regional Cultural Center, her poems appear in or are forthcoming from Greensboro Review, Washington Square, Southern Humanities Review, Muzzle, Hayden’s Ferry Review, diode, South Dakota Review, and The Collagist, among others.
Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, and “Attempts at Flight” was a finalist in Yemassee’s Pocataligo Poetry Contest. A featured poet at Holler Poets Series in Lexington, KY, Rivertown Reading Series in Paducah, KY, S&Q in Champaign, IL, and Slant Reading Series in Evansville, IN, she has also received a Postgraduate Fellowship from the Kentucky Women Writers Conference, as well as scholarships to attend the Appalachian Writers Workshop and the Mountain Heritage Literary Festival.