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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Dec 13 2017
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 …
Sep 08 2016
To My Philosophy Professors – by chris wind
Another poem from chris wind – thought this one especially apt since it’s September and students are back at university…it’s from her book dreaming of kaleidoscopes To My Philosophy Professors Why didn’t you tell me? When I was all set to achieve Eudamonia through the exercise of Right Reason, When I was eager …
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