That someone else being Silver Birch Press, which–in addition to being a publishing house based in LA–also runs a poetry blog. Throughout October and November, SBP’s blog has featured poems inspired by fables, fairy tales, and mythology. (Links to some of my favorites from the series to follow.)
And now they’ve featured Telemachus’s Sister Also Waits by yours truly! (More on me truly to follow as well, below the jump.)
(Some of) My Favorite Poems from the Mythic Poetry Series
Interview with Persephone, by Stephanie Barbé Hammer
(Persephone’s “final advice” for the audience is poignant and perfect. Also: bonus points for a non-kink-related dig at 50 Shades.)
Sir Gawain Takes Out the Trash, by Fred Voss
(Who dares say there is no room left for chivalry and mighty deeds in our much-diminished world? I’m totally on Team Frank.)
Walking with Medusa, by Robin Dawn Hudechek
(I never expected to find myself longing for Medusa to find her own happy ending quite so much before.)
The Minotaur in the Labyrinth, by Melanie Knippen
(Knippen’s piece grew out of empathy and the question: “Is it the monster’s fault he’s a monster?” I want terribly badly for someone to bring her Minotaur home, to give him love and food and a yard to play in.)
What Was the Wolf But a Woman, or When Eating Sustains More Than (a) Life, by Paula J. Lambert
(I love meditations of Little Red Riding Hood almost as much as I love meditations just on the color red. Lambert happily gives me both.)
A (Not Entirely) Quick Word on the Subject of Names
When I began conceiving of this blog more than a year and a half ago, I had no doubt that it needed to be written under an alias. I needed to feel free to write about my memories as I had experienced them–and I knew some of those experiences were not agreed upon by all parties implicated in those memories.
One shorthand way I explain this is by saying: “I don’t want to be immediately visible to certain people when I’m on social media.”
It’s a longer way of saying: “My ex was not so nice.”
I also knew that if I ever began writing more formally again, I’d want–and perhaps need–to publish under my own name. I thought long and hard about whether to include this blog as part of the Author’s Bio I sent to Silver Birch Press. Not that the people I originally intended to cloak myself from would ever have found it impossible to track me through to this blog, if they felt so inclined. But including my blogging name together with my brick-and-mortar name in an online publication makes it that much easier. (Again, if one were to feel so inclined.)
So why did I?
Because I like both the Alice and the Emily in me–and the stronger they each grow, the more I’m finding they like and respect one another. Because I think it’s less and less likely that the ex (or other ex-affiliated people) will bother to look me up, or to react extravagantly to what’s written here if they do. Finally–and this is the big one–because I no longer fear someone to the point where his anger and disapproval can obliterate me.
And that’s almost as good a feeling as writing poems again that people read.
[I borrowed the featured image selection from the editors at SBP, who found a perfect visual accompaniment, doncha think?]