Jennifer Martelli is the author of The Uncanny Valley (Big Table Publishing Company) as well as the chapbook, After Bird from Grey Book press. Her work has appeared in The Aeolian Harp Anthology, The Superstition Review, The Bitter Oleander, Thrush, Carve, Glass Poetry Journal, The Heavy Feather Review, and Tinderbox Poetry Journal. Jennifer Martelli is the recipient of the Massachusetts Cultural Council Grant in Poetry. She is a poetry editor at The Mom Egg Review.

Other poems by Poet Name in Verse Daily:
December 19, 2018:   "Discussing Elephant Puppets the Night of the Refugee Ban" "Elephant puppets so big ten men can fit under their pipe bodies..."

Books by Jennifer Martelli:

Other poems on the web by Jennifer Martelli:
"Yomi"
Three poems
"They Found the Gallows Behind Walgreens"
"A Poem Written On the Sixth Anniversary of my Father's Death"
"Things Kitty Genovese Should Have"
"Offer Kitty Genovese Fake Fruit"
"America (as a Gigantic Female)"
Four poems
"After JFK's Assassination, (Kitty Genovese Was Murdered) Things Got Really Bad"

Jennifer Martelli's Website.

Jennifer Martelli on Twitter.

About My Tarantella:

"Poetry. Women's Studies. Italian American Studies. 'I love this book with its strength and riskiness, its weaving of the Kitty Genovese story with the narrator's own story and life. The details Martelli provides seem so real, so rooted, so perfect for these two intertwined tales...This is a book I won't soon forget. Certainly, it's a book not to be missed."
—Maria Mazziotti Gillan

"Rarely have a I read a collection as thoroughly haunted and haunting as Jennifer Martelli's MY TARANTELLA, its hanging globe lamps dimming in the jewel-toned aftermaths of neighborhoods where the speaker's Italian upbringing melds into harrowing song for Kitty Genovese and those women violated by the preying mantises of this too-often violent world. Martelli writes, 'This is how the Queen of the Night tulips topple: first, their lips / let loose the dark petals: // they puddled like a silk gown.' This collection shines its eerie and gorgeous light, filling the shadows with tarot readings for Genovese, artichoke leaves hiding secret gifts, and a whole history recast from the shimmering margins. This collection is so painfully exquisite, 'It hurts my hoarse throat, my blue heart.'"
—Jenn Givhan