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Showing posts with label E. Jean Carroll. Show all posts
Showing posts with label E. Jean Carroll. Show all posts

Friday, January 19, 2024

SONNET FOR E. JEAN

by Diane Elayne Dees


E. Jean Carroll arrives at Manhattan federal court, Wednesday, Jan. 17, 2024, in New York. Less than a year after convincing a jury that former President Donald Trump sexually abused her decades ago, writer E. Jean Carroll took  the stand again to describe how his verbal attacks affected her after she came forward. (AP Photo/Ted Shaffrey)


E. Jean Carroll spoke for many women—
the victims of each silent, vile assault—
their grandmothers, who lunched in hats and linen,
and convinced themselves that it was all their fault—
their mothers, who knew no one would believe them,
so they blocked it out, convinced they could forget—
their daughters, who can easily deceive them,
and numb their feelings with the Internet.
The first-time date, the boss, the husband’s friend,
the English teacher, long-time neighbor, pastor,
have inflicted wounds that sometimes never mend
on a girl or woman in your life—just ask her.
In speaking, E. Jean found her liberty;
And in doing so, she also spoke for me.


Diane Elayne Dees is the author of the chapbooks, Coronary Truth (Kelsay Books), The Last Time I Saw You (Finishing Line Press), and The Wild Parrots of Marigny (Querencia Press). Diane, who lives in Covington, Louisiana, also publishes Women Who Serve, a blog that delivers news and commentary on women’s professional tennis throughout the world.

Monday, July 01, 2019

SHAME

by Pepper Trail



Twitter @rodriguezmonos


A deadening     a twist
            in the mouth     the heart

When personal –
            for an act     a thought
            shame is an ember
                                        a burning a thing to attend to
            extinguish or
                                     fan to flame     the better to see
           our darkness

But this—political— 
                                for my country
            for children in cages
            for father and child
      embracing in the river     dead
            for a monster whose reason not to rape is            
    “not my type”        
               for men     hands on Bibles
                                                     claiming dominion over women’s bodies
            for the highest court endorsing the lowest deceits
            for the cultivation of fear
                                                  the exaltation of hate
            for the endless
                               endless
                                endless
                                                lies    until we are bludgeoned
                                    unconscious

In this     I find no     
                           ember no gleam of light
In this darkness        
                        I howl
                                    but hear no echo

Only silence


Pepper Trail is a poet and naturalist based in Ashland, Oregon. His poetry has appeared in Rattle, Atlanta Review, Spillway, Kyoto Journal, Cascadia Review, and other publications, and has been nominated for Pushcart and Best of the Net awards. His collection Cascade-Siskiyou was a finalist for the 2016 Oregon Book Award in Poetry.