Liana Finck recasts Eden • Motherhood as burden/transcendence • A ritual for moving
This is a poem of deep, complex, controlled anger ... It is also—read carefully—a poem of deep love.
Illuminating the creativity, commitment, and vision of 24 women who were “firsts” in their time.
The only things I recognized were my turquoise dress and the sandals I had worn the day I went into hiding.
Dreams do not speak from stone tablets in a voice of authority. They whisper in fragmented images, like a mosaic. They show us facets, faces, shards of the real.
How to address the imminent transition of a woman in her 70’s, living on her own, choosing to move out of the permanence and stability of her own home, opting for change?
"Striving to bring a voice to the sense of erasure that we experience on our bodies and identities in the name of love."
The pandemic’s persistent, complicated uncertainties and losses douse any confidence we might have had in planning ahead...And yet, despite these disorienting forces, I’ve felt grounded in some provocative conversations, in a good way.
Nadia noticed that Ellie added a page that had something to do with Russia to her bookmarks. Was this a sign of a new understanding between them? Now in Australia, a Russian Jew looks back both at the anti-Semitism that chased her from her natal land and the long-ago love for its soil that perfumes some of her naive, hope- soaked memories.
