We Come to Our Own Funeral in a Limo Just Like Prom — Three Poems by Molly Rose Quinn

We Come to Our Own Funeral in a Limo Just Like PromThree Poems by Molly Rose Quinn

We Come to Our Own Funeral in a Limo Just Like Prom — Three Poems by Molly Rose Quinn

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Molly Rose Quinn was raised in Memphis, Tennessee and now lives in New York, where she is the Director of Public Programming at Housing Works Bookstore Cafe, a nonprofit bookstore and event venue that raises money to fight AIDS and homelessness. Her poems appear or are forthcoming inPEN Poetry Series, Black Warrior Review, The Offing, The Agriculture Reader, and many other places. Her interviews and criticism appear in The Atlas Review, Literary Hub, The L Magazine, Scout Poetry Review, and The Brooklyn Rail. She is a fiction committee member for the Brooklyn Book Festival and co-organizer of the Moby-Dick Marathon NYC.

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