What we see as an everyday common object is one we take for granted. A window is often clear, reflective, sometimes blinded with sunlight or darkened at the end of the day, a point at which we can only see ourselves distorted and beveled. A window is about vision, what we see in both … Continue reading
Category Archives: criticism
(Non)Apologia.
But like a figure in a TV makeover show, it was an apple that its handlers could not leave alone. They altered its shape. They made it firmer and more juicy. They made it so it could be stored in hermetically sealed warehouses for 12 months. Along the way, they changed its color and hence … Continue reading
Body Talk: Poetic Space in Imogen Cunningham’s Triangles, 1928
A friend once told me there are three sides to every story. *** If three is a number of unity then why are the nocturnal arcs of her body far more connective to me than angles? Her body receives light with subtle gradations yet provides an unending Rothko depth. I too am soft, but not … Continue reading
Grrr… Essay Up at The Parlour!
I am thrilled to have published my first academic essay at Ohio University’s The Parlour. Click on the link below to read, but also check out their submission guidelines and other areas that might be of interest to your own pursuits. Best! “The Impenetrable Wood: Gender Identity in Elizabeth Bishop’s “The Moose” Continue reading
Reading Life: The Frozen Deep by Wilkie Collins
Hesperus Classics Edition, 2012, £6.99. Originally published in 1874. In a nutshell: Frank Aldersley and Richard Wardour are in love with the same woman, Clara Burnham. Clara’s heart belongs to Frank, but Richard is convinced that Clara belongs to him. Through Clara’s ‘gift’ of second-sight, she foresees a horrible event that will take place between these … Continue reading
Writing with Others
Allowing oneself to engage in the reading and writing of poetry with other like-minded individuals is a most rewarding experience. Last night I facilitated the first in a three part workshop series called “A Beautiful Catastrophe.” The title is a play on a poetic line by Frank O’Hara, and it was his work we focused … Continue reading