An Inquiry of Place
Last night, I dreamed tales of two past romantic partners, each with his new wife, offering me love and advice about how to succeed in finding my own perfect partner. This morning, I woke with new clarity about issues I had been contemplating in my real-time dating life. I’ve noticed a pattern in myself that at the beginning of every menstrual cycle, I have deep, vivid dreams that lead to palpable resolution of an issue in my life.
I met a man today who had transitioned from female to male more than forty years ago. He was now sick, alone, and irritated. Every detail of his environment, every action of those around him was a thorn in his foot.
Anne Boyer
’s newest book, “Garments Against Women,” is a poetry-prose hybrid that glides between sentences, paragraphs, and chapters with a sense of purpose, leading the reader to paused reflection.
From time to time, as artists and in our various other roles, we’ve all felt as though we are suffocating: Under the weight of a deadline. Under a pile of rejection letters. Under your peers’ seemingly-impossible successes. Or simply beneath the weight of a bad day.