Dr. Kim Wells
General Editor & Poetry Editor

Kim has an Ph.D. in English Literature, with a specialty in American Women Writers. She graduated from Texas A&M University and used to teach at Texas State University. Nowadays, she teaches at LSU Shreveport. She is also the editor/creator of another award winning on line journal, Domestic Goddesses, about several of her specialty authors.

Experience: Kim has been designing webpages for many years and has had her own small business webpage design company. She teaches technical writing, composition, and literature courses and has worked in a ton of different jobs ever since her first one, at age 10, helping the librarians with the summer reading program. You didn't really want to see it, but here's a link to her vitae anyway.

Education: Kim graduated from Texas A&M University in greater Bryan/College Station in 2007. Some of her current interests are Women & Science Fiction, autobiography & class, Zora Neale Hurston's WPA writings (published as Go Gator, Muddy the Water) and the way the Internet both increases literacy and access to great stuff, and, when abused, potential for plagiarism and cheating.

Personal Info you didn't really need to know: Kim has been married a long time to her hubbie, Andrew (the gorgeous guy in the photo above). We live in Louisiana and some day hope to live in either "beach front or high desert." But we might just stay here too.

In July of 2005, she became a mom for the first time, and as usual, is being an over achiever about it-- had twins!! (One boy, one girl). See the first poems I ever wrote about them both, below.

In the last few years, Kim has been learning how to belly dance. It's a really great form of exercise, and a great connection to women's history-- not just shimmying your hips for lots of strangers-- although that is a fringe benefit. Something else cool about the whole bellydance thing is that I'm learning how to sew-- I made that costume all by my lonesome! Martha Stewart, watch out!

For Maia: After Sonogram

For Sean: Sonogram Picture

Goddess in Waiting She seems to smile see her teeth there– waiting for joy. Trying to catch a photo of her mouth, her tiny tounge creeps out, raspberries ready. She flips, curls into a ball refusing to be measured properly, illusive. Straightening comfortably after we move on. Playful already. Girlchild hiding low. Change a syllable and she is: Energy, constant driving movement of the universe. Try to get a good photo of her heart, and she holds her hand just so– casts a shadow, veils those fluttering four chambers. Her heart is her own, to be revealed in time. Though not today. Maia: nurse, mother, goddess of spring. Woman-to-be, who will someday hold in herself the same gift of life as she is now to you. Daughter of the man gently cradling the weight of the world on his shoulders. She hides. A star to come.     for all the mythology allusions, click here

Sighting Butterflies The Celts thought that women became pregnant by swallowing butterfly souls-- unknown. His heart captured on film, contracting, white light echoes. Shapes for a moment-- frozen– a butterfly. Rebirth, transformation. An always moving beautiful life spent seeking sweetness. His heart still fighting to grow, will be fierce. He will give that heart to you a million times over. And you would do anything to protect that butterfly heart from the pain you know will happen the loss you know is inevitable in time. And you will teach him: Savor that sweetness. Rest your wings in sunshine. Fly higher, forgetting the ground, forgetting the caterpillar’s gravity-bound toil. His heart waits for summer. Wings beating slowly, now, resting, anticipating the flurry of bee-laden yellow zinnias and their intoxication to come. Your heart contracting , quietly hidden anticipation: smiles, tears, the smell behind his neck of little boy like wet shaggy dog. Your heart shapes for a million frozen moments– His.