OPEN ACCESS! A Cultural History of Disability
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The Saved From cutting the nuts out of a bull calf’s bag with a Barlow, from laying case knives on a dress pattern, from running a trotline and baiting the hooks with gone liver, from mashing a tobacco worm into a green blot, from crimping dough at the piecrust edge, from whisking an egg, from…
Waimea community mural depicting first Poynesian explorers coming to Kaua’i. Photo: Sharon Snyder As Fall Semester 2014 is about to kick off, GW English is happy to revive its “On the Road” series, which keeps you apprised of faculty research and exploration around the world. We kick off the series this year with a posting…
I. I am a man. I’ve lived alone. I’ve been in love. I’ve played with fire, cursed the telephone, and basked in verse, in verve, and also Humid, terrestrial, mixed, nongenderspecific, have occasionally day’s tumult ushers in an evening with a lone moved a woman’s shut icecream stand, false promises of cone heart, although …
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m…
Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond…
Ararat Wrapped in gold foil, in the search and shouting of Easter Sunday, it was the ball of the princess, it was Pharoah’s body sleeping in its golden case. At the foot of the picket fence, in grass lank with the morning rain, it was a Sunday school prize, silver for second place, gold for…