The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Lauren K. Alleyne’s “Difficult Fruit”

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Excerpt from Eighteen

O slippery horizon, seeming fixed,
just within reach is your most perfect trick.
You keep us going by it – hang your dazzle
like the perfect carrot; we chomp and chomp
toward you. When you’re bright enough we need
never look behind; who wants to reach back
when the future beckons – a kept promise?
Eighteen, you know everything is at stake:
your possible life, hopes of making good
you long to realize, some nagging truth,
your sanity, pride. It is not a choice,
this horizon, but a bearable path.
We have faith in the signs saying This way
to happiness: you are closer each day.

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You believe happiness is the bearable
vision of yourself: the woman who lives
certain in her skin; the woman who walks
unafraid, whose throat out-thunders thunder.
Each day she unwinds the bright rope of her
will, harnesses the hours for her pleasure.
Her laughter is an open door. Happy,
her heart empty of longing; happy is
her dreamless and unvisited sleep.
She is a bullet, a bird – all things swift
and light that ride on wind. She will not turn.
She will answer to no name but her own.
She is entire. She makes herself wide
so nothing can hold her; she holds all inside.


 

This selection comes from Lauren K. Alleyne’s book, Difficult Fruit, available from Peepal Tree Press. Purchase your copy here!

Lauren K. Alleyne is the author of Difficult Fruit (Peepal Tree Press, 2014). She holds an MFA in Poetry and a graduate certificate in Feminist, Gender, and Sexuality Studies from Cornell University, and an MA in English and Creative Writing from Iowa State University. Alleyne’s fiction, non-fiction, interviews, and poetry have been widely published in journals and anthologies such as Women’s Studies Quarterly, Guernica, The Caribbean Writer, Black Arts Quarterly, The Cimarron Review, Crab Orchard Review, Gathering Ground, and Growing Up Girl, among others. Her work has earned several honors and awards, most recently the Picador Guest Professorship in Literature at the University of Leipzig, Germany, a 2014 Iowa Arts Council Fellowship, and a 2010 Small Axe Literary Award. Alleyne is a Cave Canem graduate, and is originally from Trinidad and Tobago. She is currently the Poet-in-Residence, and an Assistant Professor of English at the University of Dubuque in Iowa.

Mari Hailu is a recent graduate of Southern Methodist University where she simultaneously received a Bachelor of Arts in Music and a Bachelor of Arts in English with a concentration in Creative Writing. Winner of the faculty-nominated 2014 Margaret Terry Crooks Award for Outstanding Creative Writing, and the David R. Russel Poetry Prize, Mari is grateful to be able to share her words with her community. She is a Managing Editor of The Wardrobe, a blog series affiliated with Sundress Publications, and in her spare time she enjoys playing music at local venues.

Help the Sundress Academy for the Arts This Holiday Season!

Sundress Publications and the Sundress Academy for the Arts want to say THANK YOU to the nearly 50 donors who gave to this year’s fundraising campaign!  It is with your help and generosity that we are able to continue to grow!

We’re in the process of building a new barn at Firefly Farms, our forty-five acre instructional, residency, and outreach center. Much of the equipment we have for our visiting artists and staff—including a drafting table, antique letterpress, and specialized tools—must share space with livestock feeds and farm equipment in our basement. This barn will allow us to reclaim the space and transform it from a general-purpose storage area to a workspace for visiting artists and writers as well as a reading space for our quarterly Holler Salons!

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While the crowd-funding campaign is over, we are still taking donations for a number of items this holiday season!  We are still selling our 2016 calendars, entitled “Breaking the Binary,” which feature gender-swapped images of work.  We are also selling 2×2″ spaces inside the barn where you can have one of your own poems or one of your favorite poems immortalized in our Poetry Barn, where we will host readings and events on the SAFTA property! (Makes a GREAT holiday gift!)  We are also currently looking for people to sponsor an LGBTQ writer for this year’s OUTSpoken series, which starts up in January!

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As a volunteer-run organization, all of the proceeds go directly growing our organization and supporting the arts both in Knoxville and the country at large.  And of course, they also go to help keep warm the farm’s mascot & Hero of Canton, Jayne!

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T.A. Noonan“People who don’t really know Jayne like to say that he’s a big jackass, but that’s because they misunderstand his commitment to the arts. He sings everyday, his beautiful music echoing throughout the holler. Of course, he loves when his fans support his creative efforts—I mean, who doesn’t?—but even if no one was listening, he’d be out there singing. He just does it for the love of the music. What’s more, he really believes in supporting and working with other creators. He makes it a point to spend time with every writer, actor, artist, and musician who visits Firefly Farms. I guess the most amazing thing about Jayne is that he’s such an amazing leader, tough but loyal to everyone around him. He’s no jackass; he’s a badass.”
—T.A. Noonan, close friend of Jayne and former long-term resident at Firefly Farms

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“My residency at Firefly Farms was eye-opening in many ways. It’s not often we are afforded uninterrupted silence and given huge spans of time devoted singularly to writing. It is a gift. I hung out with Jayne for the first two steamy weeks in early September, and I turned to him whenever I felt stuck. In workshops, I was given so much encouragement and constructive critique, and cemented my goal of applying to MFA programs in creative nonfiction. All of the applications are now ready to turn in, and two of my essays in the collection were written and revised exclusively at SAFTA. My experience with Jayne made me unafraid of my artistic future and so excited to be a member of the literary community.”
—Gabrielle Montesanti, Writer and Former SAFTA Resident

 

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The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Cynthia Marie Hoffman’s “Paper Doll Fetus”

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The Native Lung

A young woman sits at the window. She sinks her hand into
a lump of clay and pulls a vase, lofty and wide, in which the air

can whirl about unchallenged. What in this world is not
but briefly in its proper place? The cat in his box

by the garden, blanket roughed by scraps of leaf
tacked to his paws. Faintly copper water

drips from her hands. The whir of the pottery wheel
is her song of continuance. Somewhere

beneath the earth a teenage boy sleeps in his bewildered casket.
The scar on his chest would still be visible if anyone could look

at him. The scar on the woman’s chest can hardly keep unseen.
Doctors who want to open it up again. A husband who wants

to remind her he is not afraid. The cat who steals across it
like a border in the night. After a while, the vase

is strong enough to stand on its own. It is ready to receive
the roses she has shaped from beads of clay and now

thumbs to its side. There is a seat on wheels the woman uses
to push herself through the paths in the garden. The smallest

weeds release from the earth with a quiet puff. For all the air
around her, she cannot take enough of it in

to sustain a child of her own. The doctors draw
a cluster of pearls from her body. There is another woman

whose womb is an atrium, an airy ceiling, who waits
to receive them. What remains in her body that is hers? Even

the boy’s lobe has collapsed and must come out again. What
remains? The fickle native lung. The vase carried to the car,

nested in a sturdy box. A husband to attend the fire in the kiln.
A tiffany lamp. A lent womb. A folded braid of knitting.

In the corner of the room, the silver tank waits,
the body of a tall, patient bird. A bird that would give her

even the air in its bones if she asked for it.


This selection comes from Cynthia Marie Hoffman’s book Paper Doll Fetus, available from Persea Books. Purchase your copy here!

Cynthia Marie Hoffman is the author of Paper Doll Fetus and Sightseer, as well as the chapbook Her Human Costume. Hoffman is a former Diane Middlebrook Poetry Fellow at the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing, Director’s Guest at the Civitella Ranieri Foundation, and recipient of an Individual Artist Fellowship from the Wisconsin Arts Board. Her poems have appeared in PleiadesFence, Blackbird,diodeMid-American Review, and elsewhere. She co-edits the online interview series on poetry project books, The Cloudy House (www.thecloudyhouse.com). Visit Cynthia online atwww.cynthiamariehoffman.com.

Jennifer Hanks is the author of the forthcoming chapbooks Prophet Fever (Hyacinth Girl Press) and The Unsteady Planet(Instar Books), a collaboration with illustrator Julie Herndon. Her work has appeared in Arcadia, Ghost Ocean Magazine, Muzzle, Menacing Hedge, PANK, and other journals. She writes an ongoing column, Disorder Reigns, for Arcadia‘s online sundries blog. She is an MFA candidate at the University of New Orleans.

The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Cynthia Marie Hoffman’s “Paper Doll Fetus”

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The Protocol Speaks to the Mermaid Baby

You kick as if it were the sheet that made this white wave
you cannot break free from, but it is your own body
that binds your legs in a sleeve of skin. Sleek, cylindrical,
aquatic. The brittle thread that fastens your bones. This crib
is an island. There are some doctors who will take to the legs
with a knife, but they are not your doctors. Go ahead and wail
your song of sirenomelia. Do you want your legs split?
Do you want to walk? Do you know what walking is?
Where is your flowing golden hair? What will you do
with the third chamber of your heart? The emptiness
between your hips no one can fill with all its missing human
things. Open your eyes to the glare of the world. Your moist
amphibian eyes. You understand we must let you die. There is
little time and what has the world given you but flipper feet
so go ahead and flip. The incubator hums like a submarine.
Let’s you and I make a pact. I will be the protocol and you will be
the mermaid baby. No one must be anything but what they are.


This selection comes from Cynthia Marie Hoffman’s book Paper Doll Fetus, available from Persea Books. Purchase your copy here!

Cynthia Marie Hoffman is the author of Paper Doll Fetus and Sightseer, as well as the chapbook Her Human Costume. Hoffman is a former Diane Middlebrook Poetry Fellow at the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing, Director’s Guest at the Civitella Ranieri Foundation, and recipient of an Individual Artist Fellowship from the Wisconsin Arts Board. Her poems have appeared in PleiadesFence, Blackbird,diodeMid-American Review, and elsewhere. She co-edits the online interview series on poetry project books, The Cloudy House (www.thecloudyhouse.com). Visit Cynthia online atwww.cynthiamariehoffman.com.

Jennifer Hanks is the author of the forthcoming chapbooks Prophet Fever (Hyacinth Girl Press) and The Unsteady Planet(Instar Books), a collaboration with illustrator Julie Herndon. Her work has appeared in Arcadia, Ghost Ocean Magazine, Muzzle, Menacing Hedge, PANK, and other journals. She writes an ongoing column, Disorder Reigns, for Arcadia‘s online sundries blog. She is an MFA candidate at the University of New Orleans.

The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Cynthia Marie Hoffman’s “Paper Doll Fetus”

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According to the Doctor in the Blue Gown, a Window

According to the doctor in the blue gown, a window is a part of your body that does not accept the anesthetic. A window is a breach in the peaceful house through which the knives blaze. You lie in the room beside the window where the red curtains flap, looking out, your skin bare. A window is how they drag her away with their hands like five-legged horses stampeding into the distant field. Only the baby goes through the window. You stay here. Close your eyes for a short dream in which you are sleeping, while the curtains are laced shut like an eye encouraged to forget what it has seen. There is a knock at the door. Your baby has arrived. How did she come from there? Look at her now for the first time, bewildered face tangled in her wind-whipped cloak.


This selection comes from Cynthia Marie Hoffman’s book Paper Doll Fetus, available from Persea Books. Purchase your copy here!

Cynthia Marie Hoffman is the author of Paper Doll Fetus and Sightseer, as well as the chapbook Her Human Costume. Hoffman is a former Diane Middlebrook Poetry Fellow at the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing, Director’s Guest at the Civitella Ranieri Foundation, and recipient of an Individual Artist Fellowship from the Wisconsin Arts Board. Her poems have appeared in PleiadesFence, Blackbird,diodeMid-American Review, and elsewhere. She co-edits the online interview series on poetry project books, The Cloudy House (www.thecloudyhouse.com). Visit Cynthia online atwww.cynthiamariehoffman.com.

Jennifer Hanks is the author of the forthcoming chapbooks Prophet Fever (Hyacinth Girl Press) and The Unsteady Planet(Instar Books), a collaboration with illustrator Julie Herndon. Her work has appeared in Arcadia, Ghost Ocean Magazine, Muzzle, Menacing Hedge, PANK, and other journals. She writes an ongoing column, Disorder Reigns, for Arcadia‘s online sundries blog. She is an MFA candidate at the University of New Orleans.

The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Cynthia Marie Hoffman’s “Paper Doll Fetus”

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Poor Christina

If grief has no name then it is not grief. When I was very young
the casket was drawn into the sunroom. The light flushed its wooden

planks as if it were a dock, simple and orderly as any other, lengthening
toward infinity. My father’s legs buoyed his body through the room

as flotsam through water. When my mother’s blood
spilled, it was invisible. No mop was sufficient to collect it. They tried

to explain the sister I could have had but didn’t. There was
a passageway inside my mother, what kind it was and where

it led I was not told, but if you held a straw to your eye
you could have seen my sister lodged inside. How did they know

it was a girl if she could fit inside a straw? Am I supposed to feel
sorry for her more than for my mother because she could not

come into the world, but what is the world? I was sent to live
on the farm. My grandmother was deaf. She never hugged me,

it was like she couldn’t hear how to do it. The wheelbarrow
wobbled along clacking its cargo of garden tools, and the chickens

sank their talons into the crinkling hay. There was the sound
of cans in the kitchen chiming and the thunk of cans anchored

with beans. My mother’s name was Violet and I could say it
as many times as I wanted. On the farm I got the scarlet fever

and the wind from the fields barreled into my room, the curtains
flapped at my arms rough as skirts of twine. My skin flaked, I was

a husk too long past harvest. The strawberry of my swollen tongue
shut tight inside my mouth. My grandmother’s tiny body in the chair.

Poor child, poor scarletina. No one said that, I made it up.
And when I shut my eyes I saw my sister, the button

that undid our lives. It hurt my heart, the scarlet fever. All of it
hurt my heart. If your grief has no name then give it one.

Poor Christina, my father used to say. It was not
my mother’s name. It was not my name.


This selection comes from Cynthia Marie Hoffman’s book Paper Doll Fetus, available from Persea Books. Purchase your copy here!

Cynthia Marie Hoffman is the author of Paper Doll Fetus and Sightseer, as well as the chapbook Her Human Costume. Hoffman is a former Diane Middlebrook Poetry Fellow at the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing, Director’s Guest at the Civitella Ranieri Foundation, and recipient of an Individual Artist Fellowship from the Wisconsin Arts Board. Her poems have appeared in PleiadesFence, Blackbird,diodeMid-American Review, and elsewhere. She co-edits the online interview series on poetry project books, The Cloudy House (www.thecloudyhouse.com). Visit Cynthia online atwww.cynthiamariehoffman.com.

Jennifer Hanks is the author of the forthcoming chapbooks Prophet Fever (Hyacinth Girl Press) and The Unsteady Planet(Instar Books), a collaboration with illustrator Julie Herndon. Her work has appeared in Arcadia, Ghost Ocean Magazine, Muzzle, Menacing Hedge, PANK, and other journals. She writes an ongoing column, Disorder Reigns, for Arcadia‘s online sundries blog. She is an MFA candidate at the University of New Orleans.

The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Cynthia Marie Hoffman’s “Paper Doll Fetus”

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The Paper Doll Fetus Speaks to the Viable Twin in Utero

Days, a week, or two weeks passed before I discerned I was dying and the things which were to be my eyes shriveled up like pricked balloons. It is always night in here. I cannot know if it is you, though something is wringing out my heart (what was to be my heart) my tongue my skin is being ground to a pulp. There was not enough time to rehearse a graceful pose before I was wedged against the wall. I am splayed like a weather vane. Your head is enormous. When did it happen that I am no bigger than your footprint? I am becoming a scrap of parchment on which is scrawled my flattened waxy face. Unfold me. You will find a tiny skeleton stirred into the paper. I am a letter to you, and it says if you held me up to the wind I would flutter away. At times in the future you will feel that something has been lost but you will not remember what it is. No one understands why this is happening. Look at me, you know me better than anyone. I am not angry.


This selection comes from Cynthia Marie Hoffman’s book Paper Doll Fetus, available from Persea Books. Purchase your copy here!

Cynthia Marie Hoffman is the author of Paper Doll Fetus and Sightseer, as well as the chapbook Her Human Costume. Hoffman is a former Diane Middlebrook Poetry Fellow at the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing, Director’s Guest at the Civitella Ranieri Foundation, and recipient of an Individual Artist Fellowship from the Wisconsin Arts Board. Her poems have appeared in PleiadesFence, Blackbird,diodeMid-American Review, and elsewhere. She co-edits the online interview series on poetry project books, The Cloudy House (www.thecloudyhouse.com). Visit Cynthia online atwww.cynthiamariehoffman.com.

Jennifer Hanks is the author of the forthcoming chapbooks Prophet Fever (Hyacinth Girl Press) and The Unsteady Planet(Instar Books), a collaboration with illustrator Julie Herndon. Her work has appeared in Arcadia, Ghost Ocean Magazine, Muzzle, Menacing Hedge, PANK, and other journals. She writes an ongoing column, Disorder Reigns, for Arcadia‘s online sundries blog. She is an MFA candidate at the University of New Orleans.

Lyric Essentials: Kate Garrett Reads Excerpts from “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” by Truman Capote

Sundress: Welcome to Lyric Essentials, where writers and poets share with us a passage or poem which is “essential” to their bookshelf and who they are as a writer. Today Kate Garrett reads excerpts from the novella Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote.

This is the first book-turned-movie someone has recorded for us, and a delightful pick at that. (I have reoccurring nightmares of someone submitting a recording of 50 Shades of Grey or Twilight.) How true to the book is the movie?

Kate Garrett:50 Shades or Twilight? Ha! No thank you, I’d share your nightmares… but as for Breakfast at Tiffany’s: the book and the movie are different pieces of art, in all the important aspects, anyway. I read the book well before I’d seen the film, and felt so disappointed by the Hollywood ending, especially since it’s a classic movie and everyone speaks highly of it. And I do love it now; it took years. But they took a beautiful piece of art about alienation and anxiety (or angst, but we’ll get to that later), and made it into a decent romcom. But – if I look at literary Breakfast at Tiffany’s and cinematic Breakfast at Tiffany’s separately, then I can appreciate both. I can also appreciate what the film did for women, because Holly is a strong, complex character for the time, even on film. Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard have, over time, become my favourite leading film couple, but only since I convinced myself they are not the same Holly and narrator (Paul Varjack is not named in the novella, though Holly calls him “Fred” from time to time, after her brother) as the ones in the book. The Holly in the book is a sex worker (the film shows this, but it’s more ambiguous) as well as a society girl, and the narrator is a gay male writer who has inexplicably fallen in love with her. The film does interesting things, like making Paul Varjack a sex worker as well, to an older rich woman, but it’s all a bit watered down for my liking. And that ending… changes everything.

Sundress: You’ve peaked my interest about the original ending, but we won’t spoil that. The romcom romance is such an iconic pairing. What is the dynamic like between “Fred” the gay male writer and Holly the sex worker as compared to Paul and Holly? What image should we have of these characters leading up to the first audio you recorded of the novella?

Kate Garrett: There is less attachment than in the romcom setting. “Fred” does show concern about Holly, but he doesn’t want to save her. She’s a fascination – there’s the impression that he would like her to be happy, and be more cautious, maybe, because she screws up a lot and gets into situations she shouldn’t, but she’s also entertaining and simply fascinating for him. And Holly sees him as a comfort; sometimes around “Fred” her mask will slip, but she’s always quick to try and pull it back on again. They are friends, but he’s infatuated with her on an emotional or metaphysical level, not necessarily a physical one. He thinks she’s intriguing. It’s as much curiosity as it is love. But it’s an addictive curiosity. I mean, if she wasn’t important to him, why would he be telling us all about her?

Sundress: When you sent this in, you titled this excerpt, “Buy Some Furniture and Give the Cat a Name” which I found really interesting. Listening, I would have titled it “The Mean Reds”—perhaps because the scene was so iconic for me—but instead of titling it after Holly’s problem, angst, you titled it after Holly’s what if. Who is Holly Golightly to you?

Kate Garrett: ​Holly Golightly is someone I’ve identified with at various points in my life, but she’s so much more than that. And we’re talking literary Holly, not cinematic Holly. Holly Golightly is possibility and “what if”s. So I focused on the furniture and the cat having a name because she is always chasing that, as so many people do. But particularly at the time of writing, Capote was bucking against the idea that everyone finds it easy to buy furniture and give the cat a name. Of course it isn’t easy, but it’s “normal” to assume that’s how human beings find fulfilment in our society. And maybe Holly won’t find it there, maybe she’ll find it somewhere else. Any of us could find it somewhere else, I mean seriously, what is furniture? Holly just feels like potential. For all of her moments of hopelessness, she feels like a promise. She represents that to the narrator, and to Mr. Bell the bartender, even to Doc Golightly, to most of the characters in the book – apart from the ones who she actually feels will bring her that furniture-fulfilment, that Tiffany’s life, those are the ones who let her down – but everyone who falls in unrequited love with Holly does so because she reminds them to keep looking, that there is more. She unsettles them, but they love her. She breezes in, and breezes back out again. But she has a heavy heart under all that lightness. That’s the mean reds, the angst. And when I was younger, that mean reds description would have been all I talked about today – it described anxiety, which I’ve suffered severely with since I was a very small child, in such a way that made me feel comforted. And literary Holly has all this awful trauma, and I found that comforting too, because so did I. But now I question the furniture and the cat, and what that means, all the time. I used to run around looking for it like Holly – geographically, from person to person, to drink, to whatever. But is it possible to even get to that place? Maybe. I still don’t know. Maybe we get the mean reds because we’re chasing something flimsy. But in my life, that’s where the poetry comes from – I still get my own mean reds and if I never name my metaphorical cat (my actual cat does have a name, I just don’t think she cares) and never have breakfast at Tiffany’s, what I do get is the writing that comes out of the push and pull. Good things come out of it.

Sundress: This second clip, “Never Love a Wild Thing,” also mentions, in passing, that that iconic euphemism for angst. It’s been years since I’ve seen the film, but I can only really remember ‘the mean reds’ making one, spectacular appearance: the one you recorded above. How often does Holly talk about her mental health, her angst, her inability to settle down? Capote’s “Golightly” seems less light—although surly as flitty—than the film. Is this a valid take-away?

Kate Garrett: She is less light than the Holly in the film, but she still covers up her depth with a substantial layer of bullshit. (Am I allowed to say bullshit?) She talks and talks at length, to everyone, about unimportant things, she claims one aspiration is to marry rich and have children, and we know she doesn’t really want that – we know what she wants is a place like Tiffany’s, but isn’t sure where she’ll find it. One of the minor, passing characters calls her a phony, but he says she knows she’s a phony. This is true. She does. I don’t think we are supposed to ever believe she’s just this lighthearted pixie. We get a glimpse of what she’s been through, and of her angst, trauma, and sadness, but it’s very rarely put into words. But we see what the narrator sees, and therefore why he cares about her so much. Her rants and rambles and knowing tones when she speaks about socialites and cafe society are hiding her insecurities.

Sundress: “It is better to look at the sky than live there…” Do you agree? Is it better to be a wild thing?

Kate Garrett: I don’t believe in being tame if it doesn’t suit you, even if you become a little more domesticated, a person can still be a wild thing. It’s fine for some and not fine for others. But for me, it’s better. Being wild doesn’t necessarily mean to use Holly as an influence – like, flitting around the world sleeping with hundreds of people along the way, forever and ever, amen, isn’t the only way to do it (but if someone wants that, they should go out and get it, obviously). Freedom can be the freedom to think and feel and do as you please. I’ll always be a wild thing, even though I’m married and a mother, because my thoughts and feelings and actions are my own, and yes, I have my own mean reds that make it impossible to be calm and settled, even though I’m happy. But living in the sky – it might be scary, but it’s open and spacious and liberating.

Sundress: How has Truman Capote influenced your own work?

Kate Garrett: His use of simple language to say complex things – making connections between disparate concepts/places/objects, or just surprising the reader with what’s said next. Capote’s prose is so straightforward, but still stunning in every sense of the word. There’s no reason why these things shouldn’t also be applied to poetry if that’s what the writer feels comfortable doing – and I like the depth of my poem to be accessible to others (even if I do say strange things in my poems sometimes), otherwise what’s the point. And Capote’s writing really gets under the skin of his characters, of people in general, whether he’s writing fiction or non-fiction, even though it looks like he’s writing in this slick and superficial way. I don’t know if I ever manage to pull off his tricks, but I admire them.

 


Kate GarrettKate Garrett writes poetry and flash fiction, and edits other people’s poetry and flash fiction. She is a senior editor at the independent writers collective Pankhearst (Slim Volume & Fresh) and founding editor of Three Drops Press, home of the fairytales, folklore & mythology themed webzine Three Drops from a Cauldron. Her work is widely published online and in print, and her most recent poetry pamphlet, The Density of Salt, is forthcoming in 2016 from Indigo Dreams Publishing. She lives in Sheffield with her husband, a cat, and three clever trolls who call her ‘Mum’.