Shay Caroline

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Shay Caroline Simmons is the author of one book of short stories and three books of poems. She is also the co-author of two books of poetry with Kelli Simpson and Joy Ann Jones. She has a celebrity crush on the singer Emmylou Harris, and she lives in Michigan with her dog Bosco, the world's greatest Aussie shepherd. Bosco has not read any poetry, but feels certain that his mom's must be the best. (Sadly, Bosco passed. Zac the rescue takes up the hero's mantle. Bosco's are huge paws to fill, but Zac is a bold-spirited boy.)

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Gemini/Scorpio/Capricorn

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Three-Note Howl: The Wild Hunt

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Night Blooms

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My Mad Love

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Splendor in the Short Grass by W.K. Stratton
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I'll be there in the morning if I live by Grover Lewis
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The introduction to another of Lewis's books calls him "the most stone wonderful writer nobody ever heard of." It's true.

When I was a teenager in the summer of 1973, I bought a copy of this book at Little Professor book store, carried it to the lawn
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"Arley Mowbray is a drop-dead gorgeous 14-year-old, who, with her long, muscular frame and mature, collected manner could easily pass for 18. And pass she does. On a dare from her outspoken best friend, Elena Gutierrez, Arley writes to co..." Read more of this review »
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The Local News by Miriam Gershow
"WRITING WRONG

Lydia Pasternak is in therapy. She’s fifteen and her football hero, popular, older brother has gone missing. He just suddenly, mysteriously vanished. Lydia has twenty-eight therapy sessions and nothing happens. Nothing! Twenty-eight s..." Read more of this review »
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Selected Poems by Federico García Lorca
"You know what's wrong with the poems of Federico García Lorca?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I loved this selection so much that I immediately went out and bought a volume of his complete works because I needed more - I just couldn't get enough of..." Read more of this review »
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In my personal opinion, Lorca is one of the two greatest poets, along with Dickinson. My favorite section of this volume is the last, with the gacela and casida forms.

I can't speak to the translations because, although the poems are presented side b
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“The Easter egg which was not found

contained a letter from the hen who laid it,

saying "Fuck your kids,

What about mine?”
Shay Caroline, My Mad Love

“Beauty should never lower its guard around Appetite.”
Shay Caroline, Gemini/Scorpio/Capricorn

“They were Catholic, my lovers,

All in an access of crossing themselves,

Particularly their fingers

Behind their suspendered backs--

And that was the women.”
Shay Caroline, Gemini/Scorpio/Capricorn

“Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.”
Clive Barker, Days of Magic, Nights of War

“There is probably no better or more reliable measure of whether a woman has spent time in ugly duckling status at some point or all throughout her life than her inability to digest a sincere compliment. Although it could be a matter of modesty, or could be attributed to shyness- although too many serious wounds are carelessly written off as "nothing but shyness"- more often a compliment is stuttered around about because it sets up an automatic and unpleasant dialogue in the woman's mind.

If you say how lovely she is, or how beautiful her art is, or compliment anything else her soul took part in, inspired, or suffused, something in her mind says she is undeserving and you, the complimentor, are an idiot for thinking such a thing to begin with. Rather than understand that the beauty of her soul shines through when she is being herself, the woman changes the subject and effectively snatches nourishment away from the soul-self, which thrives on being acknowledged."

"I must admit, I sometimes find it useful in my practice to delineate the various typologies of personality as cats and hens and ducks and swans and so forth. If warranted, I might ask my client to assume for a moment that she is a swan who does not realzie it. Assume also for a moment that she has been brought up by or is currently surrounded by ducks.

There is nothing wrong with ducks, I assure them, or with swans. But ducks are ducks and swans are swans. Sometimes to make the point I have to move to other animal metaphors. I like to use mice. What if you were raised by the mice people? But what if you're, say, a swan. Swans and mice hate each other's food for the most part. They each think the other smells funny. They are not interested in spending time together, and if they did, one would be constantly harassing the other.

But what if you, being a swan, had to pretend you were a mouse? What if you had to pretend to be gray and furry and tiny? What you had no long snaky tail to carry in the air on tail-carrying day? What if wherever you went you tried to walk like a mouse, but you waddled instead? What if you tried to talk like a mouse, but insteade out came a honk every time? Wouldn't you be the most miserable creature in the world?

The answer is an inequivocal yes. So why, if this is all so and too true, do women keep trying to bend and fold themselves into shapes that are not theirs? I must say, from years of clinical observation of this problem, that most of the time it is not because of deep-seated masochism or a malignant dedication to self-destruction or anything of that nature. More often it is because the woman simply doesn't know any better. She is unmothered.”
Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype

“Jane, my little darling (so I will call you, for so you are), you don't know what you are talking about; you misjudge me again: it is not because she is mad I hate her. If you were mad, do you think I should hate you?"

"I do indeed, sir."

"Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat--your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive. I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“If you are a woman, if you are a person of colour, if you are gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, if you are a person of size, if you are person of intelligence, if you are a person of integrity, then you are considered a minority in this world.”
Margaret Cho

“Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.”
Julie Anne Peters, Keeping You a Secret

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