Self Portrait with Mabel, Rose, Lillianne, Fern, Mildred, Bea My mother named me little old lady. Named me: startle-easily, little-flincher, night-terrors-with-spiders. I lived in a different century. I was born rural in a city of mills. My mother named me place of unreachable hills. A temperance movement of … Read More...
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Nin Andrews Interviews Cindy Veach About Gloved Against Blood
NA: I love how you open, Gloved Against Blood, with a quote from Proust, "For we are our loom," and then write about your life and your ancestor’s lives, both as if they were images on a tapestry as well as the creators of the tapestry. How did this book begin? What was the first poem you wrote for it? CV: The book began with the poem … Read More...
Cindy Veach on writing “Curating My Grandfather”
One of the things I’m preoccupied with is the idea of how genetics/DNA connects us to family we never knew exerting and expressing itself for better or worse in subsequent generations. My maternal grandfather abandoned my grandmother when my mother was two years old. I have often wondered what of him is in me, my siblings, and my children. -Cindy … Read More...
