Women's Voices For Change

Poetry speaks, in part, the language of place—exterior, interior, and especially the intersection where the outer and inner come together, that vital third place that is evoked, sometimes subtly, in these poems, which focus on my journey from the woods to the city and from marriage to divorce and beyond.

“Self-Portrait with Prodigal Father” does what good titles are meant to do—give an idea of the poem’s subject—but does it with a “hook,” something to grab attention and pique interest, to ensure that readers will go on to read the poem.

My father was wounded and wonderful, maybe in equal measure. To his credit, he took an early retirement and became a teacher. The poem is my ongoing questioning of who my father was and, on another level, how the whole meaning and influence of family changes once parents are no longer alive.

This poem is about thirst and how a life of thirst then quenched with a fistful of water can make you contend with all the women you could have been, the children you could have had, and the ever-changing body you are given.

Homage to a mother—is a common theme in poetry, but, refreshingly, is presented here without the Hallmark cliché or sentiment that so often mars such poems. Restraint is evident in every line

Among the many powerful poems written about AIDS, I find this one especially moving. I like that it is written in plainspoken diction, in free verse, qualities that support its agonized and heartfelt utterance.

“Elegy with Civil War Shadowbox” is a meditation on the challenges of memorializing war.

March is an important harbinger of seasonal change and new life. I hope this sweet poem will blow into your day like a gust of wind, chilly and wet, but also with a promise of spring coming soon.