Daring To Be Powerful

Back when I was a young feminist, a nascent poet/writer/editor, a poetry performer long before such events were called slams, one of the women I admired hugely was Audre Lorde.  Her collection of essays, Sister Outsider, became one of my favorite references and touchstones.  Living in Boston, I had the great joy and privilege of […]

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Not The Cruelest Month

According to T. S. Eliot in the opening lines of his epic poem “The Wasteland:” April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. People do seem to get this line wrong, substituting March usually. I’m not sure what Eliot meant by […]

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