Good horror has a way of destabilizing my sense of security. After I watch a good horror flick, I am cautious around corners, jump at shadows. Great horror*, however, offers a lens I haven’t seen through, lends a profound doubt to my realities. In other words, it is my mind that feels the threat, not my body.
This weekend I had the pleasure of meeting one of my favorite emerging voices in poetry, Hannah Gamble. Hannah was kind enough to take part in our live show for A River & Sound Review. I’ve been a fan of her work since reading her prize-winning debut “Your Invitation to a Modest Breakfast” (which I reviewed here) and can honestly say she is as engaging, open, insightful, and funny as her poetry implies.
In the beginning was the word.
Now tell me, in this my interactive retelling, are you the one who wrote the word or the one who read it?