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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!
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For Maia: After Sonogram |
For Sean: Sonogram Picture |
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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 caterpillars 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. |
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