Joan Woodbridge Poems
- The Artist's Model Contemplate...
- Vacated Space The deciduous year attenuates draws...
- Why I Left The Roman Church What is it that I ask of ...
- Kiswar Q'Inti* The Royal Hummingbird of the North has entered...
- Winter Solstice: The Return Of...
- An Uneasy Measure Time the uneasy measure we lay upon ...
- Reconciliation Only now may it be spoken that the Divine ...
Iteration I: Blessed by the Great Mother, I was dropped into this life, a member of the several generations destined to negotiate the erotic boundaries between cultural prohibition, the whipped up frenzy of rock and roll, and mind expanding drugs- a short but intense period that lay magically between the availability of birth control pills and antibiotics, and the fateful appearance of AIDS.
Iteration II: I come from a long line of barbarians, land thieves, and genocidal murderers. My English forbearers arrived in America on the Mayflower. I have been taught to be proud of my ancestors. And, indeed, I am proud that my Puritan ancestors would not abide the oppression of anyone-not... more »
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The Artist's Model Contemplates Negative Space
like your abandoned room
are simply there