Tag: #Feminism
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[they won’t see us coming], by Valerie Hsiung
It’s helpful to understand the slipperiness inherent to a Valerie Hsiung’s poem. And by slippery I mean that feeling when you think you have ahold of something, only to feel it slip out of your hands. A bar of soap. A dish you’re washing by hand. Reading [they won’t see us coming], Hsiung coaxes me…
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“Late Shift,” by Amy Woolard
What I admire in Amy Woolard’s poem, “Late Shift” is the construction of lateness, especially as you’re looking back from a later moment in life, or feeling like you might have been too late to really appreciate the life you were experiencing at that time. Young adulthood is strange, because it’s easy to reflect on…
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“Althea,” by Molly Ledbetter
What would life would be like if you were in the middle of a Grateful Dead song. Or you were moving a lot, and you suddenly realized there’s a lot of life that passed, and you’ve been moving so much you may or may not have noticed that. And you’re doing an art of moving,…