by Terry Ann Thaxton
For Adair, too, poetry was highly personal . . . it was “a way of life.” Adair, who was born in 1913, started writing poetry at the age of 5 or 6—she couldn’t remember exactly. For Adair, it seems, poetry preceded memory. Continue reading
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
