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Monthly Archives: June 2017
Mrs. Prufrock?
So, a woman in my poetry class wrote a poem in the voice of “Mrs. Prufrock,” giving her husband what for in no uncertain terms. Mr. P is, in her view, an arrogant bossy prick, expressing disgust at her arm-hair … Continue reading
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Four of my poems in FRiGG
Four of my poems (“Sublunary,” “Hello Kid Me,” “Post-Punk,” and “Our Vegetable Love”) are in the new issue of FRiGG: http://friggmagazine.com/issuefortynine/splashpages/RoyWhite.htm Enjoy!
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The Defining Genre of OUr Culture: The Cat Video or…
One of the characteristic genres of our culture is the roadkill poem. The Old English elegists had life as a journey through bitter winter weather, the Minnesinger had their seductive nightingales and the trovatori their unwelcome dawn, and we … Continue reading
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