Let's hear more of her poetry !
So exhilarating to see one an old friend's intriguing "wordsmithing" of growing up in southwestern PA in the newly released book, The Girl Factory: A Memoir. A little girl and young woman always process these memories and recall them with symbolic imagery, and she has done it effortlessly. It is so invigorating to read her work yet still recall the immature hilarity of our memories of our close circle of friends from high school and marching band. I would enjoy sharing my poems with Karen and would love to reminisce. So inspiring!
This is not poetry.
Braddock is not dead,just very very sick,and needs a good doctor
I love and miss you Chrissie, you were always optomistic and your an inspiration to me- love Frankie
Judith Brice's poetry quenches a political and literary thirst experienced in all corners of the world. Her Marigolds and Doves serves up a delectable diet of dichotomous imagery: simultaneously beautiful and horrifying; evil countered with hope.
Dr. Brice's word-smithing is nothing short of dazzling, particularly in light of the economy of words she uses. If you want to see how someone puts so much in such a small place, then look no further. They are a written viaduct between our awareness of the horror of the helplessness of others, and the hope we secretly cling to while denying our own private helplessness.
And yet, the empathic core of Marigolds and Doves left me thinking two thoughts I'd rather not ponder: Will olive branches ever again be carried by the dove? And, indeed, where have all the flowers gone?
To me a very thoughtful and beautiful poem. Thanks.
Dear Sam Hazo,
Have you heard them in California still whining about Katrina? Unseemly, at best; probably criminal; certainly damning.
I hope you are back. If you still are not, keep writing about us left here to listen to their excuses.
Remember Neruda's The Poet's Obligation?
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