Dawn Lundy Martin

Dec 16, 2024 | nplusonemag.com | Dawn Lundy Martin

On a clear, traffic-free day, it takes seven and a half hours to drive from Pittsburgh to midtown Manhattan, and that’s if you only stop once for gas. But there’s always traffic. And somewhere between Scranton and Elk County, down below the Allegheny National Forest or thereabouts, clouds will often roll in no matter how fine the weather when the drive began, and rain will come, moody and gloomy. Giant trucks zoom by, blinding the windshield with wake water.

Nov 27, 2024 | portsmouth.co.uk | Dawn Lundy Martin

Watch more of our videos on ShotsTV.com and on Freeview 262 or Freely 565Visit Shots! nowThrowing modesty aside, author Dawn Martin leaves no detail untold in her harrowing, and at times comical, inspirational memoir. Writing with both authenticity and humour, her decision to share her story keeps readers engaged from the very beginning.

Nov 27, 2024 | sussexexpress.co.uk | Dawn Lundy Martin

Watch more of our videos on ShotsTV.com and on Freeview 262 or Freely 565Visit Shots! nowThrowing modesty aside, Dawn Martin leaves no detail untold in her harrowing, and at times comical, inspirational memoir. Writing with both authenticity and humour, her decision to share her story keeps readers engaged from the very beginning.

Jul 15, 2024 | poetryfoundation.org | Dawn Lundy Martin |Leonora Simonovis Purchase |Leonora Simonovis

In A Lover’s Discourse, Roland Barthes writes: “What I hide by my language, my body utters. I can deliberately mold my message, not my voice.” This tension between language as a malleable construct and physical expressions of it, in speech or writing, is at the center of Dawn Lundy Martin’s latest collection, Instructions for the Lovers.

Jun 28, 2024 | lithub.com | Dawn Lundy Martin

Instructions for the LoversArticle continues belowThe lover was here and then was not. This is always the case. The lover persists in loverness and then, poof. Not poof poof but out of the kitchen and casual nakedness. The lover is a long tail though. Whipping around. Not understanding the sublime beauty of respite. I used to fuck almost any body out of starvation hunger that splits the one into many and leaves you arching toward a stinky mattress on a floor. It could be. I could have been.