Finding Poems in My Own Labyrinth

1: Y IncisionArticle continues after advertisementRemove Ads It just so happens that the gestation period for my Minotaur corresponds precisely with the lifespan of American hope: eight years, give or take. In 2008 when I’m first writing my Minotaur poems as part of my dissertation, I’m studying critical theory, the avant garde, and conceptual Canadian … Continue reading Finding Poems in My Own Labyrinth