Category: poetry

for my brother, a poem by Chris Wind

(for my brother) I with a grunt of irritation you condescend to be interrupted and move your chair back a bit so i can crawl under your desk (the one dad built special for you now that you’re at university) so i can dust the baseboards as is my job (i’ve already done the rest …

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Miranda, by Chris Wind

from Soliloquies: the lady doth indeed protest, by Chris Wind   Miranda   Why has she no mother? Why have I no mother? Nor Ophelia, Portia, Kate, Cordelia, Hermia, Indeed, none but Juliet? I’ll tell thee: ’Tis an obsession with the male. Consider Prospero, my good father, ‘The male as authority’— For ’tis to you, father, …

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a couple poems from UnMythed, by Chris Wind

from UnMythed, by Chris Wind   Narcissus   she unwraps the traditional gifts: first, the brush-comb-and-mirror set, pale pink marbling with gilded edges— they lie heavy in her hand; then the jewelry box, gold and cream lined with velvet— it plays “Fascination” the new thirteen-year-old hands them back to her mother and says “Narcissus was a …

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Feminist Shakespeare, anyone?

Those of you interested in a feminist take on Shakespeare, chris wind’s Soliloquies: the lady doth indeed protest is free, limited time only probably.