Suzanne Frischkorn is a Cuban American poet and essayist. She is the author of four poetry books, most recently Whipsaw (Anhinga Press), and Fixed Star (JackLeg Press), a Foreword INDIES finalist, plus Girl on a Bridge, and Lit Windowpane (both from Main Street Rag Press), as well as five chapbooks. She's the recipient of The Writer's Center Emerging Writers Fellowship for her book, Lit Windowpane, the Aldrich Poetry Award for her chapbook Spring Tide, selected by Mary Oliver, a Connecticut Individual Artist Fellowship, and a SWWIM Residency Award at The Betsy. Her poems have recently appeared in Denver Quarterly, North American Review, Salamander, South Dakota Review, and Latino Poetry: A Library of America Anthology . She is an editor at $–Poetry is Currency, and an assistant poetry editor for Terrain.org

Other poems by Suzanne Frischkorn in Verse Daily:
August 4, 2023:   "My Body as a Communist Country" "Its betrayal totalitarian..."
June 5, 2010:   "Zoological Garden" "cement frogs with faulty faucets did me in..."
December 5, 2008:   "The Tulip Thief, Mi Amor" "At first it was an ember; its glow I nursed..."

Other poems on the web by Suzanne Frischkorn:
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"Victors of Tiny, Silent, Invasive Insect"
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"Great Lash"
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"More Woods Fewer People"

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About Whipsaw:

"Suzanne Frischkorn writes with the grit and tenderness it takes for a woman to live and raise children in violent America. Peril is close at hand, but so too is the solace of forests and seasons. She gathers crystalline images, as after an ice storm, 'the branches/sounded like the parting of bead curtains.' But the cut of helicopter blades follows close by. Hers is a terrible and beautiful balancing act. She takes inspiration from Alice Notley, Keith Richards, the Bard—and most profoundly Gaston Bachelard who leads her into 'the great law of forest revery.' I treasure this book so rich in thought and feeling."
—Alison Hawthorne Deming

"Suzanne Frischkorn's Whipsaw is an astonishing run through verdant and shattered forests, transcended one temporal dimension at a time. Everything we come to know, by breath and apparition, gives way to what we pull through it, make of it. Whether harp or clasp, song or quietude, dark horse or deer's leap, social burdens attend condolences and we sure ourselves with understory every entry a new bound. A sensational and deeply intense read, a scatter of sunrays cut through bird song great. This one cuts to the core, delivering stunning reveal. Must read!"
—Allison Adelle Hedge Coke