Check out my work in several online journals

My work can be found in these online journals:

https://infohost.nmt.edu/~xchanges/xchanges/4.2/bradley.html

https://www.pirenesfountain.com/current_issue/bradley.html

https://www.barefootmuse.com/archives/issue8/bradley.htm

https://www.decompmagazine.com/january2009poetry.htm#amandaj.bradley

https://www.poetrybay.com/Summer2004/bradley.htm

https://scars.tv/cgi-bin/works_e.pl?/home/users/web/b929/us.scars/perl/text-writings/y270.txt

https://scars.tv/cgi-bin/works_e.pl?/home/users/web/b929/us.scars/perl/text-writings/y271.txt

Advance Praise

Advance Praise for Hints and Allegations:
“Hopping, skipping and dancing through the labyrinth of love and despair, Bradley creates a fresh figure of triumph through her sensitive, far-reaching poems. The language is both affectionate and stark, gentle and bitter, but always sharp, always poignant. A born observer, by an appealing dry irony she deftly detaches even her ‘confessional’ work from herself, so that the body in the poems comes out larger than the one behind them. As she brightly says in one of her finest pieces, inaudibly asking, What do we really see when we look?
So much is altered by revisions,
By tricks of thought, by our inadequacy,

By appearances

Here’s a poet excellently (and ironically) giving us what, in the closing lines of this book she says we can’t have—namely, the sense of what matters.”

—F. D. Reeve

 

“Amanda Bradley’s Hints and Allegations is a tense, taut, and deeply personal work that takes the reader on a Dantesque exploration of the heaven and hell of daily experience, or, as the book partitions them, Disturbance and Equilibrium. From the daily observations in the superficially prosaic lives in ‘Apartment Building 3:00 AM,’ where ‘the dishes were done by hand/ with detergent containing aloe’ through the agony of ‘now that I fear this fight will never end, anesthetize me,’ in her poem, ‘Ambivalence,’ Bradley coolly dissects grief, anguish, and suffering, then doles out an uncompromising medicine of emotional truth teaspoonful by luminous teaspoonful.'”

—Fred Yannantuono