Francine Witte’s Some Distant Pin of Light, Reviewed by David E. Poston
Francine Witte Some Distant Pin of Light Červená Barva Press Reviewer: David E. Poston Francine Witte’s Some Distant Pin of Light demands recursive reading, as later poems call back earlier ones and recurring elements reveal its full range. That range encompasses a vast scope of time, from Eden to post-apocalypse, and space, from the internal […]
Francine Witte – The Bones of Us
The Bones of Us Holding us together. Our skin is cosmetic and thin. We gather together at work and on buses. We hold paintbrushes to form portraits of each other. It is possible to live your life backwards, you, emerging full-formed at birth, only to undo everything, year by year, skin slipping slowly away. And […]
Francine Witte – Definition
Definition The little boy asks his family what a lemon is. The mother, mostly apron, says oh I use it in my cooking. Also to sprinkle on fish. The father, who is rumpled like the evening paper, says, Ha! A lemon is the car your mother’s brother sold me. The boy’s older sister is mostly […]
Francine Witte – Map of Me
Map of Me Let’s start by saying this isn’t a map you’d fold up in a glove box or pull up on a GPS. And maybe it’s not a geography anyone wants to travel. I mean, hell, some days, even I don’t. It’s just that I started drawing it one night after too many glasses […]
