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The poems in why i travel alone are sad, side-splittingly funny, quietly angry vignettes that every woman who has lived a certain amount of life (warts and all) will appreciate and relate to. Here's the thing: as ferocious as the speaker in these poems is on the page, she is shy and we all know how the world can talk over a thoughtful and humble person. If you've ever been screwed over by a lover, ever felt the terror and elation of sudden and imposed independence or the tedium of casual sex then you will laugh, roll your eyes in recognition and rage (albeit quietly) along with these poems.

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The poems in why i travel alone are sad, side-splittingly funny, quietly angry vignettes that every woman who has lived a certain amount of life (warts and all) will appreciate and relate to. Here's the thing: as ferocious as the speaker in these poems is on the page, she is shy and we all know how the world can talk over a thoughtful and humble person. If you've ever been screwed over by a lover, ever felt the terror and elation of sudden and imposed independence or the tedium of casual sex then you will laugh, roll your eyes in recognition and rage (albeit quietly) along with these poems.
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Autorenporträt
Joan Cappello's life is a meander, non-linear and open-ended. She has been a backup singer, bank teller, yoga instructor, secretary, film editor, dancer, research assistant, personal assistant, sales assistant, production assistant, mother and grandmother but not necessarily in that order. At this moment she is a massage therapist with a practice in New York City. Her prose and poems have appeared in: Persimmon Tree, Post Card Poems and Prose Magazine, 2 Horatio and Posit: A Literary Journal.