D. H. Lawrence Archive
In this literary chain, we have two old white men surveying Mexico, followed by me, a young, Indian woman, whom most strangers in Oaxaca assumed was Mexican.
This Is the Homeland Mary Hickman Ahsahta Press, May 2015 80 pages $18.00 Buy book Mary Hickman’s first volume of poetry begins dazzlingly with “Joseph and Mary,” a poem carved out of Joyce’s Ulysses. Whether this was done by dramatic erasure or by mosaic-like re-arrangement of fragments is hard to
Having grown up within various loops of the Bible belt, sex was not often a topic of conversation during my childhood—unless it was in the state-mandated sex ed class in fifth-grade (traumatic!), or the late-night whispers of slumber parties (distraction while someone’s bra was getting frozen). Had the idea
James Crews’s poem, “My Father in the Rustling Trees,” appears in our Winter 2012/13 issue, edited by Ladette Randolph and John Skoyles. This poem was written during my first winter in Lincoln, Nebraska—where it’s hard not to hear things in the endless, unbroken wind that blows across the plains.
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