Dear Gwendolyn, Maud Martha (1953) centres on a working-class black girl coming of age in pre-WWII Chicago. When the story opens, the eponymous protagonist is about seven yeas… Read more “What was common could also be a flower”
Three poems by Gwendolyn Brooks, from the collection The Essential Gwendolyn Brooks, ed. Elizabeth Alexander (2005), and one from the collection To Disembark (1981). “the mother Abortions… Read more “The time cracks into furious flower”
Gwendolyn Brooks (Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks, June 7, 1917 – December 3, 2000) was an American writer. She was born in Topeka, Kansas, but her family moved to Chicago when… Read more “Gwendolyn Brooks”
“It is best for us to continue in the belief that Eve actually ate an apple, and immediately ruined Adam in consequence! I like this belief, too, it speaks so well for the progressive power of women.” – 26 July 1857, ‘Early journalism’, in The Morgesons and Other Writings
The sadness of others one should leave alone. It is a small garden, a fragile delicate Arcadia, one should not disturb it. – I Am the Brother of XX
About this [blank] garden
“I am younger each year at the first snow.”
– Anne Sexton, in a letter to W. D. Snodgrass, in 1958.
A Self-portrait in Letters, (2004)
This is my blank space. A white page, as good as a garden covered in snow, not yet cultivated, but with some strong Spring hidden within; something simple, clean, yet to be stained; a seed with some flower all curled up inside, first waiting, then slowly unraveling.