Nin Andrews

Nin Andrews’ poems have appeared in many literary journals and anthologies including Ploughshares, Agni, The Paris Review, and four editions of Best American Poetry. The author of seven chapbooks and seven full-length poetry collections, she has won two Ohio individual artist grants, the Pearl Chapbook Contest, the Kent State University chapbook contest, the Gerald Cable Poetry Award, and the Ohioana 2016 Award for poetry. She is also the editor of a book of translations of the Belgian poet, Henri Michaux, called Someone Wants to Steal My Name. Her book, The Last Orgasm, was published by Etruscan Press in 2020.

  • A Brief Portfolio

    I was in sixth grade when I twirled Stephanie Comb’s
  • Little Pea: A Brief Portfolio

    Sometimes I think I shouldn’t write about my past.
  • A Story of Mother Mary I Could Believe

    The woman who was Mary knew things.
  • Practicing Quiet & The Last Sleep Artist

    What do you mean, you ate Melvin?
  • The Dirty Orgasm, The Eleanor Ross Taylor Poems & Aren’t You Ashamed

    I know what you think. I’m the orgasm poet. I have nothing else to write about. I should stop.
  • The Shadow of Love

    A man falls in love with a shadow
  • The Definition of Postmodernism & If

    I was in David Lehman’s Modern Poetry class when I first heard the term “postmodernism.”
  • Soul Mate

    When I was a girl, I had a dirty soul.
  • The Only One

    In the stories of old there were always three.
  • Instruction on Driving with an Orgasm | Napoleon’s Hat

    Look both ways before going out for a spin. And ease onto the road. Take careful note of the speed limit and
  • Five Orgasms after reading Lydia Davis

    You are sleeping beside me, but I can’t sleep, not in this roadside hotel smelling of new carpet and cigarettes. It’s late.
  • Three Orgasm Poems

    She thinks success would be her best revenge. It’s not enough for her now, merely to be alive. Or to feel bliss in brief
  • The Last Orgasm

    Sometimes I think of the innocent live
  • In the Supermarket of Orgasms

    Some nights I feel so alone in my longing for you, love, alone in my supermarket of orgasms as I cruise the aisles of
  • Reality Check

    The orgasm likes the dusk best, the time of day
  • My Last Deidre | The City of the Orgasm

    I am a not woman.  I am an orgasm.
  • Letter to a Young Orgasm | Elegy for the Last Orgasm | The Orgasm and the Magic Maid

    How could she not cry out when you pressed her to your flesh?
  • The Hardworking Man

    On the island where I grew up, the hardworking man is the ideal man.  The