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What the Wolf Told a Bartender About Red Riding Hood I was alright 'til I fell in love with you. —Bob Dylan I wasn't out to devour her. She was the kind of woman who couldn't find herself in a mirror. How could I foresee she'd end up consuming me. Now, I can't see myself without her. Lana Hechtman Ayers lives in the Pacific Northwest where she works as a manuscript consultant and writing workshop facilitator. She is also the poetry editor of Crab Creek Review and runs Concrete Wolf Poetry Chapbook Press. A Hedgebrook alumna, Pushcart and National Book Award nominee, she is author of two full-length collections of poetry, Dance From Inside My Bones (Snake Nation Press, 2007) and Chicken Farmer I Still Love You (D-N Publishing, 2007), and a chapbook, Love is a Weed (Finishing Line Press, 2006). |
