Tuesday, January 5th, 2010
The Only Surviving Recording of Virginia Woolf’s Voice” by Alison Townsend
Alison Townsend THE ONLY SURVIVING RECORDING OF VIRGINIA WOOLF’S VOICE I’m not expecting to hear her speak, stopped as I am at a red light in Stoughton, Wisconsin, on the daily, desperate dash home from work, my fractured spine throbbing as if it housed my heart not my nerves, this snippet on NPR as unexpected [...]
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Thursday, August 27th, 2009
“Blue Willow: Persephone Falling” by Alison Townsend
Alison Townsend BLUE WILLOW: PERSEPHONE FALLING “Depression is hidden knowledge.” —James Hillman You think it will never happen again. Then one day in November it does, the narrow, dusty boards of the trapdoor you fell through twenty years before cracking apart, a black grin opening its toothless mouth, darkness seeping out to fill the dead [...]
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Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008
“Persephone Remembers: The Bed” by Alison Townsend
Alison Townsend PERSEPHONE REMEMBERS: THE BED It happens in the dark. If it was light would she be able to stand it? Her father’s bed a cave she crawls into when she wakes, forgetting, then remembering, the scab sleep weaves over the raw place torn open. The bed, the bed, something that happened in the [...]
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Monday, July 28th, 2008
“Spin” by Alison Townsend
Alison Townsend SPIN I don’t remember if the bottle was a Coke or a Fresca, just that the glass was cool against our hands in the warm, empty tool shed. Where we’d gathered after swimming all afternoon at Debbie Worthman’s eighth grade pool party, everyone’s skin damp and blue in the shadows, the boys’ chests [...]
