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“They are like men because they are isolated / yet stand in the rain, surrounded by mounds / of dirt and asphalt to catch spillover—”
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“I discern everything in a Parisian way. Until the thought comes home that my hair is messy and I am too dowdily colored to look French. I am not even well-colored: just a layer of brown over a layer of yellow.”
“I swiveled my head then to find a deer / camouflaged by the leaves no longer there / ‘what should I do with someone’s silhouette?’ ”
“To reappraise women’s incomplete works can be to resist the exclusionary gestures—the refusals, rejections, and roadblocks—that all too often stymie and limit the public careers of marginalized authors.”
“It was making me desperate, thinking I was going to have to find a job. A job for Christ’s sake.”
“The two who stood there / and the two who saw them said / not what they said”
This portfolio, curated by Jonas for the Review, collects drawings of her dogs, made across the past fifty years.