Reaper

These dark, straightforward poems showcase the power of technology by painting a vivid picture of America's expanding drone program and the havoc we wreak—and then ignore—around the globe. McDonough offers the past, present, and future as non-linear timelines, and explores how the intersection between man and machine is starting to blur, and how we're losing qualities essential to being human. What a pain in the ass to have a sister like me, who won't just fork over her share of the dough. Who has to dumb ways about things, distracted by names like DarkStar, Scan Eagle, Shadow, Wasp Block. Who doesn't want a toy airplane with a camera? My dad is not going to shoot suspected insurgents, hover over his neighbors' homes for days. Technology is fungible. Also really cool. Drones don't kill people, people et cetera. People drown in water. But I still want to drink it. is the winner of a 2014 Lannan Literary Fellowship and three Pushcart prizes. She's received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Fine Arts Work Center, the New York Public Library, the Library of Congress, and Stanford's Stegner program, and taught incarcerated college students through Boston University's Prison Education Program for thirteen years. Her work has appeared in , and . She directs the MFA program at UMass-Boston and 24PearlStreet, the Fine Arts Work Center online.