(Original Cover Art by me)
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Tatting Lace
“For, we look back through our mothers, if we are women.”
- Virginia Woolf
“Every leaf/ defines its limits. All roots have their histories.”
- Derek Walcott
The sea beneath the cliffs
is the blue in my mother’s eyes,
it came from the blue in her mother’s eyes
thrown on down the line
By my family who [...]
Whitney R. Roberts
Dr. Scanlon
ENGL 458: Seminar in American Long Poems
28 April 2008
Vocalized Landscapes in the Contemporary American Long Poem:
Derek Walcott’s Omeros and Louise Glück’s The Wild Iris
“Yet, America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles
with imagination, and it will not wait long for meters.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
The resonance of poetry relies on [...]
I created an Etsy account, to sell my original paintings, collages, handicrafts, clothes, etc.
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Whitney R. Roberts
Dr. Wake
LING 302: Sociolinguistics
Fall 2007
Code-switching and the Age of Speakers:
Negotiation of Intergenerational Identity within the Family Structure
It is well-established in the Sociolinguistic academic community that code-switching, whether between distinctly classified languages, or merely between dialects of one language, functions as social currency and carries significance among speech-communities. Different languages, and indeed different [...]
Check out the new journal, Spindle; produced at the University of Mary Washington in Fredericksburg, VA.
These two are part of a sequence-in-process, for my senior seminar. I am a part of a reading at our annual William Kemp Symposium for the Department of English, Linguistics, and Speech. In honor of that occasion, I revised the first of these poems and wrote the second, as a kind of explication…
“Scoliosis”
Suspended, [...]
ALMOST EVERY NIGHT I DREAM ABOUT FRANCE, because I was there a year ago–I guess. I wake in early morning, covered in sweat, having spent what felt like days wandering the green grass, and sun-bleached buildings, without my words. And, always, I encounter some kind of dilemma, a handicap that marks me as [...]
a newer version of “Coral” with more to come!
Coral
In the drag of a full moon, my face unfolds:
a fan of arms heralding the fractured
luminescence. I stand in the place
of my birth, on the backs of my foremothers.
Their tiny skeletons are rapt. Their paled,
bone-clean marbled faces bow under the sea’s
weight, and my own. [...]
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