Alexis Rhone Fancher is published in Best American Poetry, Rattle, Hobart, Verse Daily, Plume, Cleaver, Diode, Poetry East, Nashville Review, Pedestal Magazine and elsewhere. She's authored five poetry collections, most recently, Junkie Wife (Moon Tide Press, 2018), and The Dead Kid Poems (KYSO Flash Press, 2019). Her sixth collection, EROTIC: New & Selected, publishes in 2021 from New York Quarterly, and another full-length collection (in Italian) will be published in late 2020 by Edizioni Ensemble, Italia. Her photographs are featured worldwide, including the covers of Witness, Nerve Cowboy, Chiron Review, Heyday, and Pithead Chapel, and a spread in River Styx. A multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, Alexis is poetry editor of Cultural Weekly.

Other poems by Alexis Rhone Fancher in Verse Daily:
October 31, 2019:   "Midnight in the Backyard of Lust and Longing" "The sapphists are at it again...."
April 29, 2018:   "I Was Hovering Just Below the Hospital Ceiling, Contemplating My Death" "when I glanced down and saw my body..."
October 14, 2017:   "For the Sad Waitress at the Diner in Barstow" "beyond the kitchen 's swinging door..."

Books by Alexis Rhone Fancher:

Other poems on the web by Alexis Rhone Fancher:
"Hyena"
Two poems
"Accustomed To Dead Kids"
Two poems
"Tonight at Last Call, J. Calls me His Brown Liquor Girl Again"
"Point Lobos"
Two poems
Two poems
Two poems
Two poems
Five poems
Two poems
Two poems
"Over It"
Four poems
Three poems
Five poems
Two poems
"I Was Hovering Just Below the Hospital Ceiling, Contemplating My Death"
Two poems
"June Fairchild Isn't Dead"
Thirty-six poems
Two poems

Alexis Rhone Fancher's Website.

About The Dead Kid Poems:

"That these poems were written, as much as their heart-incising bite, as much as their lash at denial and distancing, sings a mother's love—peels the world down to it, plain English line by line, down to that first and eternal fiber, the only thing a child's death can't tear. Alexis Rhone Fancher has written The Dead Kid Poems not only for the steadying of her own reeling core, but for the thousands who are losing their children to our world's cold caprices every day."
—Jed Myers

"The blunt force of loss takes your breath away in The Dead Kid Poems. Gratitude to the poet for the small mercy of making plain the connection between sexual abuse and addiction. Read this book and breathe if you can."
—Marsha de la O