Saturday, November 15, 2014

"In the Library Bathroom, 2010" Now Up at Literary Mama!


In the Library Bathroom (2010)


Outside, people read their books
and life carried on
while i stood in the bathroom
waiting, waiting for one line to appear on that
white stick, hinged onto the future.
Instead, two lines appeared
and nothing else existed.

the intricate tile on the floor faded
ancient light fixtures dimmed
the mirror reflected what was already know.

there was no need to decode:
plus, minus; dots, lines-
One for no, two for yes.

it was almost spring
the traditional time of
rebirth, regeneration.

Life held on stubbornly,
a barnacle in the uterus.

I wanted none of that.

..........Read the rest here. 

Monday, April 07, 2014

My Poem Up At PoemCity'14 In Montpelier, Vermont

To An Unborn Son

Special thanks to Michelle Singer
for the picture

You never existed outside
Either in dreams
Or my own solid body. 

You came
When my daughter
-Your sister-
Was born
On what would have been
Your second birthday,
Then gone
Just as suddenly
As you appeared.
On a night where a king
Spoke of ancestry:
"Your eyes could never have been
Blue, gypsy." 
His regal stance
Your coy recognition:
Mother, Mother
I am here.
Now you are ten,
This son of mine
This bright flame
In need of a name.

October 2013

Monday, March 31, 2014

Reading Audre Lorde's "Cancer Journals"

The Cancer Journals, Special Editon
Audre Lorde
Paperback, 104 pages
Aunt Lute Books (September 2006)

I read May Sarton's Journal of a Solitude right before I started this, so there will be a bit of comparison. I enjoyed this one more than Sarton's book, perhaps because it does deal with illness in a very real, very frank way. In general, Lorde held more strength in her writing. While Sarton's book had its profound moments on creativity, being a woman, etc.
It seemed as if Lorde, despite what she was going through, was solid, present in the now. Not so much with Sarton. Her writing, an extension of herself, felt meandering and wispy, not quite as solid.

This was originally written in 1980-a little over 30 years ago. In 2006, a new edition was released with tributes by Adrienne Rich, Alice Walker and others. She moves back and forth from journal entries, poetry and prose that flows seamlessly.
A lot of what she says about doctors, hospitals, the Cancer foundations can still be applied to today's standards. For example:

"I would lie if I did not also speak of loss. Any amputation is a physical, psychic reality that must be integrated into a new sense of self. The absence of my breast is a recurrent sadness, but certainly not one that dominates my life. I miss it, sometimes piercingly. When other, one-breasted women hide behind the mask of prosthesis or the dangerous fantasy of reconstruction, I find little support in the broader female environment for my rejection of what feels like a cosmetic sham. But I believe that socially sanctioned prosthesis is merely another way of keeping women with breast cancer silent and separate from each other. For instance, what would happen if an army of one-breasted women descended upon Congress and demanded that the use of carcinogenic fat-stored hormones in beef-feed be outlawed?"-page 14-15 (Italics mine)

The woman was simply years ahead of her time. This book remains relevant because of statements like these and the entire premise of the book. Nobody had ever before written about breast cancer, let alone a black, lesbian woman. She was not afraid to tell it like it is.

In one scene of the book, she is in the hospital, recovering from surgery. A friendly nurse comes in to check on her and offers her advice about prosthetic breasts; how she would feel "more like a woman" stuffing her bra with one of these cold, form-fitting breast-like things. She simply refused to do it because it would be "a sham" and that women should feel no shame. It was also a slight hit to conformity. Why should she conform if only to please society's image of womanhood?

There are many, many passages underlined in my copy of this book. It's an amazing and essential read, particularly in Women's Studies and African-American literature.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Reading A Light in the Ruins, Chris Bohjalian

"Use Grammarly's plagiarism checker because you never know until you check."

The Light in the Ruins
Chris Bohjalian
Doubleday, July 2013
Hardcover, 309 pages
ISBN-10: 0385534817


His work is always exhausting to read-emotionally exhausting.

I had the killer pegged about halfway through and then I peeked at the end just to make sure. I couldn't wait. Yes, I know! Cheating!

The precision of the words are amazing, as with his other books. I read Sandcastle Girls when it came out in 2012 and was blown away. No less hard to read. As a side note, I had the pleasure to go to a reading when this first came out at Bear Pond Books in Montpelier, Vermont. There was a long, long line for a signing. I was dead last, but did indeed get my copy signed.

A Light in the Ruins is a scene of World War 2, Italy, betrayal, devastation, torture and circumstances.
I was disenchanted by the end. I expected more destruction in the way of Cristina's defense against German soldiers, but she didn't do any of that. They would have been justifiable casualties of war. Maybe I expected it because that's the way stories usually go.

The man who was following Cristina and wreaking havoc in her family gets shot but doesn't die. That would be expected, of course. But, it left me unsatisfied anyway, simply because there was no real, definitive end. Everything felt so unsettled. Then, again, not every story ends all tidy and neat.

The line for signing. I'm in the blue shirt in the way back.
The signed book.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Contributor at Speak Mom

Starting this month, I'll be contributing to a brand new site focusing on motherhood at Speak Mom.

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