Review by Judith Swann In the the past 400 years, ventriloquism has outgrown its association with demons in the belly and has come to be associated with funfairs, vaudeville, Shari Lewis, Paul Winchell, the Letterman show (after Willie Tyler was once invited), Vegas, and the college entertainment circuit. With the appearance of Athena Kildegaard’s Ventriloquy, however, it now sits at the left hand of the divine. Take “The Saint of Grace,” for example. Like the other twenty-six “Saints – Contrary and Futile” that populate Ventriloquy, the Saint of Grace’s title is also its first line: The Saint of Grace eased…
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Review by Libby Maxey Christine Stewart Nuñez published three poetry collections prior to Bluewords Greening, yet this latest book feels like a life’s work. It encompasses years of motherhood clouded by the struggle to understand and cope with both her oldest son’s mysterious seizure disorder (the focus of the first half of the book) and her recurrent miscarriages (the focus of the second half). Stewart-Nuñez, a professor of English at South Dakota State University, talks through these intimate agonies with reference to medical science, visual art, the natural world, and the philosophy of medieval mystic Hildegard of Bingen. Throughout, she…
Review by Mindy Kronenberg Objects in Vases reminds us how startling realizations can be summoned from our observed and disseminated domestic lives, narratives of both the trapped and treasured truths of ourselves. These revelations of family, romance, and selfhood come together to create a hard-won and preserved identity. In the poem of the book title, which heralds all to come, Stefanescu begins with the first of three strophes that alternate with stanzas that integrate portraits of intimacy: “To describe the lilacs / I begin with the vase // a clear glass space where curves converge,…” and remarks that this is…
Jane Glennie and Sarah Ghoshal Art by Jane Glennie Container//contained 2012-2014 In psychoanalysis the container-contained notion, as introduced by Wilfred Bion, holds a neutral position, without judgement, that can be used as an approach to the analysis process. Reading texts through this position, from within the paradigm of motherhood, seems to be illuminating. It provides numerous ways of probing the question: ‘who is the container and who is the contained?’. How does the relationship between mother and child, mother and son, mother and daughter stand at any one discrete moment? What is the basis of the container at that moment? What is…
Review by Jennifer Martelli In the twenty Elizabethan sonnets that make up Infinite Collisions, Issa M. Lewis explores family, home, progress and time. The narrator asks, “What holds a house together?” (Sonnet X, 15). Land is carved up and tamed; homes are built and demolished. One family, beginning with farmer “C” and his wife, “A,” leave their mark on the land, beyond the village of Grass Lake, Minnesota. Starting in pre-World War II America, through the war, up to the present time, the consistency of the poetic form—the sonnet—is the life-blood coursing through life’s vicissitudes. In Sonnet X, the narrator…
Self-Care as an Act of Survival in this Current Political Climate A Folio Curated by J.P. Howard As a queer, black, mother, writer, activist, womyn in the world, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means for womyn of color, to not only be writers, but to also be mothers and activists. I’ve been wondering how my sisters across the country are practicing self-care these days and I reached out to a few writer friends, all mothers and all activists in their own ways. I invited them to speak on self-care and what that might look like to them, at this particular…
Mothers Respond – A folio edited by Cindy Veach and Jennifer Martelli The poems in this folio explore how we, as mothers, have responded to the seismic changes over the past few months: are we or our children at risk? how do we explain this new year of division or loss? do we face these challenges as opportunities? Each of the poems in this folio gives voice to navigating this tumultuous world. In Amy Strauss Friedman’s poem, “Aleppo,” the speaker states, Every soul needs a proper chaperone/to say nothing of a champion. This fine-line of the mother-as-poet, the mother-as-protector, the…
Post-Inauguration Because our candidate—the woman—didn’t win. Because my son is in 7th grade and kids can be cruel. Because my son is biracial, I did not have the right words when he came home and told me that some kids said he would be deported, chanted Build the Wall as he walked down the hall. They were joking. They didn’t mean it. My son laughed. Shrugged it off. For a moment, I imagined the red lockers of middle school were listening, the post-War cement bricks and beige tile bearing witness. My son is not me, won’t make a fist if…
Icarus Takes a Window Seat Your voice on the phone carries a rattle of beverage carts, seatbelts snapping, and the frenzied beating of your heart as you wait for the door to close and trap you. I would like to say the words to help you soar in “friendly skies” but you’ve been talking to Icarus and Bellerophon. You three boys know with certainty the hubris of flight. Who am I to contradict you? Bellerophon fallen from winged Pegasus and Icarus blistered in ecstatic wings. From then to now millennia of cautionary tales speak doom to those who fly, and…
HOW TO SURVIVE A DICTATOR → Call your mother-in-law who lived through the Third Reich. She may tell you to keep a chicken, collect firewood from the graveyard, or burn the stamp collection for warmth. All of these are valid. → Brush up on Russian curse words. → Never, ever have his name in your mouth. It is not worthy of your tongue or lungs & will cancer the air around you. → Understand nothing will be easy. Understand nothing is normal. → Find a way to forgive a family member’s vote. Note: this may…