Anne Champion is the author of Reluctant Mistress (Gold Wake Press, 2013), The Good Girl is Always a Ghost (Black Lawrence Press, 2018), and The Dark Length Home (Noctuary Press, 2017). Her poems have appeared in Verse Daily, Prairie Schooner, Salamander, Epiphany Magazine, The Pinch, The Greensboro Review, Thrush Poetry Journal, New South, and elsewhere. She was an 2009 Academy of American Poet's Prize recipient, a Barbara Deming Memorial grant recipient, and a 2015 Best of the Net winner. She currently teaches writing and literature at Wheelock College in Boston, MA.

Other poems by Anne Champion in Verse Daily:
March 29, 2013:   "Snapdragons" "The fog lifts, revealing..."

Books by Anne Champion:

Other poems on the web by Anne Champion:
Three poems
Two poems
"Bettie Page and the Wisdom of Old Age"
Two poems
"False Idols"
Two poems
Two poems
"Biology"
"Saint Hermione"

Anne Champion's Website.

Anne Champion on Twitter.

About The Good Girl is Always a Ghost:

"The poems of Anne Champion's collection The Good Girl is Always a Ghost start loud and strong with Qiu Jin speaking about her bound feet turning 'to concrete / and every step bashes the earth to wreckage, the cracked terrain / wrinkles into canyons and craters, hidden paths for my sisters to follow.' And we do follow through eras and ages, through politics and poetics, through the killing and the healing. Persona poems give voice to forgotten women, to complicated women, and when the speaker arrives in other poems, we see how the 'I' herself is complicated by her relationship to these women. In 'Dear Marilyn Monroe:' 'People tell me I'm beautiful too…I watched them watch you, Marilyn, and I'm afraid.' While the women of this book are ghosts, the poems themselves are what will continue to haunt."
—Jennifer Jackson Berry

"'A woman's smile / can be a muzzle.' With shocking dexterity, Anne Champion invokes the voices of her foremothers. Like Florence Nightingale, we must become 'everything.' Like Sylvia Plath, we should aspire to be 'the most terrible thing' until the good girl/bad girl binary collapses, until we are whole. Champion's poems urge us to wake up, to check our pulses, that the 'good girl' has already died—and this is the book that buries her."
—Brandi George