Andrew Reginald Hairston: Husky Boy
I employed humor and wit to distract from my large size…
May 15, 2021 · 1 Comment
Sharon Fagan McDermott: The Body Dreams Itself
into an avenue of steam, the streetlights glow a slick sheen. And down this road, this August night thick as wet wool, a car rattles. The body dreams itself heavy, … Continue reading
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Djelloul Marbrook: The Body Language of Poetry
Don’t gesticulate with your hands or make faces when speaking, the teachers at my British boarding school told me. It’s vulgar. I’m sure that this enjoinder at such an impressionable … Continue reading
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