by eyes cast down | Apr 8, 2015 | Poems
daughter’s silent room; eternal empty neatness between our weekends
by eyes cast down | Feb 16, 2011 | Poems
This poem was the next one written after Camille Claudel, and the thematic connections are clear enough. I was reading books like The Beauty Myth as my daughter approached her third birthday, and contemplating her place in this… well, Marilyn French’s...