What do we choose to display? What do we choose to reserve and protect? What safety to unfurl do we offer others? The artist—sledge hammer in hand——is escaping from a walled enclosure of her own making:.
I thought I knew art work was work at the time, but just then my dead mother entered the room…. And she stood there watching the guard watching me watching this artist make art, all of us working at watching her knock down a wall she made for herself. Evidence continues to pile up in the poem. Will there ever be an end to refuse? Good garbage, true.
One sings stormy weather, gone with the wind, clueless. Miss Congeniality, the help, the First Wives Club, in a league of their own, wild. All about my mother set it off, a girl walks home alone, a question of silence, an unmarried woman. The women: the hours, itty bitty titty committee, bad girl, women without men, sweetie, the Stepford wives, even cowgirls get the blues.
I am somebody, if these walls could talk. Lipstick under my burka, the little girl who lives down the lane, legally blonde, goddess remembered, the love witch, born in flames, vagabond. Enszer, PhD, is a scholar and a poet.
Her book manuscript, A Fine Bind , is a history of lesbian-feminist presses from until She is the editor of Sinister Wisdom , a multicultural lesbian literary and art journal, and a regular book reviewer for the Lambda Book Report and Calyx. You can read more of her work at www.
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