Early this spring Elizabeth Hall asked California writer and editor Christine Wertheim to answer a few questions via email about herself as a poet, feminist, and editor. EH: Since this interview is really about hearing your story, can you tell us a little bit about where you grew up? CW: My Literary Life – Chapter...

How’s that going for you–being clever? Much better than Feminist Boot Camp.

Since I’ve had a migraine all day today, I began searching the internets for some video to offer up curatorially instead of creating my own “content.” I came upon this lovely animation by Bruce Bickford, who apparently collaborated with Frank Zappa in the early ’70s. As I was partially raised on Zappa, by which I...

It’s been fun but, there will be no more boot camps. Or camp closed. Or make your own camp. Adieu.

Or so it seemed from there. And on to Italie…

Wordsworth said that poetry is, “the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.” Well, around here it’s mostly been the cascading overflow of random closets and not very much tranquility. As a result, much of my reading has been restricted to horrifying internet articles about terrible moving companies,...

The following is a minimally-edited version of an editorial that appeared in Warbird Digest #30, a periodical about fighter planes, aka “warbirds,” and the people who love them. While leafing through magazines at a friend’s place, I came upon Warbird Digest and was struck by the similarities between the sentiments expressed in this editorial on...

Having made some noise of late about not seeing quite enough women’s poetry and poetics in the general mix of literary dialogs, it was with pleasure that I spent much of yesterday out at the University of Greenwich listening to women, or a group thusly formed as women, or interested in and/or reflecting in part...

Macbeth has always been my favourite Shakespeare play, so I was excited to take home three comic-book versions of the tragedy from the public library. I don’t think any of the three versions I read really warrant purchasing, but they were a fun way to kill and afternoon. The least exciting version was “Picture This!...

Under the dark roads, in the corners damp, the confident font, the way the left is right and right is always left.

Thanks to Jeff Hilson for hosting a fabulous evening last night. Great audience. Really attentive in a way I’ve never experienced. That, The British Library, the book stores at every turn, the amazing galleries, the many shades of pink worn by well-heeled (and perhaps healed) men, the gardens, all of this makes me think London...