by Maddie King
I have a fascination with artists whose defining works were not made public within their lifetimes. More often than not, they tend to be brilliant, prolific, and somewhat just out of reach, even when they were alive.
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by Lillian Ann Slugocki
The diction is razor sharp, the approach direct, and the persona doesn’t mind offending you. She’s as transgressive as the heroine in Sylvia Plath’s “Lady Lazarus” rising out of the ash, except the serious writer is on a broomstick, wearing Groucho Marx glasses. Continue reading
Bloom 