Finding Poems in My Own Labyrinth

1: Y Incision 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 poetics at the University … Continue reading Finding Poems in My Own Labyrinth