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Dr. Kim Wells
General Editor
 Kim has an Ph.D.
in English Literature, with a specialty in American Women Writers
from Texas A&M University
and used to teach at Texas
State University. Nowadays, she teaches at LSU
Shreveport and chases after her twins. She is also the editor/creator
of another award winning on line journal, Domestic
Goddesses, about several of her specialty authors. She
writes poetry, and fiction, and is trying to scuplt her first
novel, about witches and midwives & the weather, into being,
as well as turn her scholarly manuscript on witches into a publishable
text.
Experience: Kim has been designing webpages for many
years and once even 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 since 1993 to her hubbie, Andrew. 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.
You can read her personal blog, with poetry, fiction, teaching
stuff, musings about feminism and whatnot (hee hee I said whatnot)
right about
here.
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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 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. |
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