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In the "Looking Glass," we provide the space for contributors to share reflections on their work. "Looking Glass" provides a sort of parlor where authors reveal the genesis of their pieces, as well as provide meta-discursive insight into their textual and visual creative works.

Issue 12 Reflections

Kevin Casey
"Route 202, Heading North"

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This is one of several poems begun during my long work commute.  At its heart, the poem started as a simple recasting of the idea of “two ships that pass in the night,” comparing vehicles on a night highway to souls traveling through life.  It struck me, though, during a night-time drive, that an eighteen-wheeler lit up in the dark and a carnival booth look very similar, especially when the truck is spangled with an excess of lights, added for character (these are called “chicken lights,” for some reason, which was the very un-poetic working title of this for some time).

In this way, I sought to stack two metaphors, hoping the whole thing wouldn’t collapse under its own weight.  The rest was finding the right words and rhythm to help achieve and maintain the tone I was looking for, and also making sure that my physical description of the landscape and directions was accurate, relative to the stretch of highway in question.


READ CASEY'S POETRY IN ISSUE 12

Paul Hostovsky
"Deaf-Blind Convention"

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I’ve kept my day job all these years just in case the poetry thing didn’t work out. Which it hasn’t. So in my day job I’m a sign language interpreter. And I do a lot of work with deaf-blind folks--folks who are both deaf and blind. I had a weeklong assignment at the Perkins School for the Blind, interpreting a training on Braille displays and other adaptive technology, and most of the trainers and participants were deaf-blind. When I got home I noticed the tactile communication had sort of rubbed off on me: I was touching people a lot more without really realizing it until someone who was a little touchy about being touched pointed it out to me. That’s where the piece “Deaf-Blind Convention” came from. Where it goes at the end, the leap it makes in the last paragraph, sort of took me by surprise. But it feels right somehow. I took it out in an earlier version. But then I put it back in again.


READ HOSTOVSKY'S ESSAY IN ISSUE 12

Claire Day
"A Moment"

My writing is often very visual and is triggered by memories, photographs and paintings. The inspiration for A Moment was an account in our local paper of a house burning down. The accompanying photograph depicted an enormous blaze.  Someone posted a video which showed how spectacular and overpowering the flames were. And then the story began, as I began to imagine what it must feel like to stand next to such unleashed power.
READ DAY'S STORY IN ISSUE 12

Paulette Guerin
"Flight"

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I grew up in a declining retirement community and resort town in its last few good years. When I went back, the landscape had changed, and it felt like an underworld of sorts, where ghosts of the past lingered or hid their faces.


Paulette Guerin
"First Child"

When a friend posted her charcoal drawing of plums as her Facebook profile picture, people immediately began asking if she was pregnant. That memory, with the help of Akira Kurosawa’s hilarious samurai movie Sanjuro, was my way into this experience, and the poem became a mixture of fiction and fact, of conflated and hypothetical events until it encapsulated feelings I couldn’t otherwise articulate.

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Stuart Freyer
"Momma's Famous SOmewhere"

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I like to write about outsiders living among us or, perhaps more correctly, those who see themselves in this way: lonelier, shier, imperfect. As well as those who feel more sympathetic, smarter, trickier than thou. I think this describes the rest of us in a way too. The character Rory is patterned after several people I have known. She is somewhat unusual for me in that, as my protagonists tend to live in rural areas, the story is set in the city where I was raised. Rory’s “daughter” Emma is an offshoot of Rory’s unfulfilled need to be adored. I can’t remember when Emma  appeared, but when she did, she never left.

READ FREYER'S STORY IN ISSUE 12

Christina Seymour
"Times of Day with William Stafford"

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Reading a certain poet for an extended period of time forms an intimate, creative relationship. The poet’s words begin to define my world: “marker rocks” (Lucille Clifton), “eucalyptus pips” (Charles Wright), persimmon/“Chinese apple” (Li-Young Lee), “urine-tang” (Lisa Russ Spaar), “This” (Marie Howe). I accept the poet’s influence to be precise about and attentive to my own world: my cardinal-colored cherry tea, the uneven U’s carved into the wooden yard-sale duck on my desk, the dewy purple of sunset, my hound’s dilated eyes and mountain-peak scruff while meeting a baby goat.

The excitement of discovering and understanding someone else’s personal, emotional, sensory language enriches my moments. For a long time, I noticed that while getting ready for my day, I imagined my current love interest or my most anticipated moment, as if, I matter because I will be seen by someone interesting or because I will be part of an important experience: my hair must be fastened back tight because I will pounce around with my favorite puppy, Elsa; my eyes must be bright because he will look into them; the raw sapphire symbolizing her confidence in me must hang close to my heart. Certain people, animals, and events deserve our readiness.

I believe this is magnetism. Poets that put the world into words that are not only understandable but inspiring, such as William Stafford, make life visceral and worthwhile. “Times of Day with William Stafford” is my way of showing the appreciative, magnetic relationship I created with Stafford’s work. My prosaic diary entries alongside Stafford’s polished verse emphasize the importance of his influence on my growth (in both life and poetry). I chose this diary structure because it felt most authentic; as each new day developed, so did my internalization of Stafford’s words.

My attention to learning Stafford’s language allowed me to record in this essay arbitrary moments that could have remained forgettable, to memorialize them, and to make them notable, teachable, enriched. Poetry does this—calls our attention to the presence of the present. To begin to become such a presence, ourselves, as I believe we do in relationships—imagined, remembered, and real; with text, with others, and with our own worldviews—is our beautifully imperfect attempt to equal the perfection of art.

READ SEYMOUR'S CRAFT ESSAY IN ISSUE 12

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