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In Madness, Rack, and Honey, Mary Ruefle writes, "For me, the moon has always been the very embodiment of lyric poetry." I see that lunar lyricism reflected by this poet. The language is mystical, mythic, sublime, and romantic. The haunting imagery is fresh and allows for strangeness, devastation, and delight in a way that captures me as a reader. There's a cohesive arc in her poems, a notion that these pieces are in concert to one another. Th...

Elizabeth Robin's first full-length collection, To My Dreamcatcher travels through her past in the title poem, an elegy to her late husband. There, she moves from margins to the page's middle, and finds a comfortable place in which to tell her story. Within such spaces, Robin tackles the challenge: as a woman alone, finishing life well. As a poet of witness and discovery, Robin cannot resist raising up the stories of those pushed into the marg...

With Robin's memories of her husband and their love of the lowcountry landscapes, she transitioned from grieving what she had lost, to treasuring what she had had, a purposeful choice to travel toward Where Green Meets Blue, the metaphorical places in our lives we choose to move forward and engage in possibility. Fellow lowcountry poet Miho Kinnas says, "'Where Green Meets Blue' continues Elizabeth Robin's lyric inquiry into loss, and the stru...

With Robin's memories of her husband and their love of the lowcountry landscapes, she transitioned from grieving what she had lost, to treasuring what she had had, a purposeful choice to travel toward Where Green Meets Blue, the metaphorical places in our lives we choose to move forward and engage in possibility. Fellow lowcountry poet Miho Kinnas says, "'Where Green Meets Blue' continues Elizabeth Robin's lyric inquiry into loss, and the stru...

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Excerpt from Story of My LifeOne day I was sitting on the doorstep putting stones in a bucket when Bonnie slammed the door on me. I no sooner opened it than she banged it on my thumb and even locked it. I must have cried for she had to let me in, but I did not complain much, if any, although my thumb was rather painful, as a piece of the skin was loose. I knew where the medicine and other things were kept, so I helped myself to them, and even ...

Excerpt from Story of My LifeOne day I was sitting on the doorstep putting stones in a bucket when Bonnie slammed the door on me. I no sooner opened it than she banged it on my thumb and even locked it. I must have cried for she had to let me in, but I did not complain much, if any, although my thumb was rather painful, as a piece of the skin was loose. I knew where the medicine and other things were kept, so I helped myself to them, and even ...

This volume demonstrates how archaeological data viewed through the lens of gender studies can lead researchers to question and reformulate current models of household organization, subsistence and craft production, ritual performance, and the structure of ancient states.