“Of Science & Art”
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In The Red Canoe: Love in Its Making Joan Handler brings both honesty and balance to the intricate world that is a marriage. Her means are consistently inventive as her lines enact feelings and thoughts. Her focus is unremitting as she makes the reader feel how much pain and glory can go into two people...
Several people have asked me if I plan to write a sequel to Confessions—they want to know what happens to Joan and the rest of the Cusack clan—particularly Sonny, the bad boy of the book. The truth is that I’ve already written a Confessions II, but before you put ink to paper to try to advance order...
GlOrious is honesty, whole and pure, peeking its way from the dark corners of a loneliness in the heart, one that aches against the falsehoods about love so that it can live. This collection is the spirit speaking its own exegesis, a shimmering. Handler goes inside the line as one mines the bones for...
Three of Confessions unsung heroes are my editors: Mickey Appleman (aka Pearlman), Molly Peacock and Baron Wormser. Molly’s been with me for the duration—since NYU graduate school and my master’s thesis (which grew and matured into GlOrious, my first poetry collection)—and understands better than any...
This is second part an essay I wrote for The Tampa Review titled, “Poems and the Psyche: The Threat of Making Art, One Writer’s Journey.” You can see the first part here.
I came to writing late in life, and, as a result, I live life with the wind at my back. After several professional...
I come from a family of artists. Both of my brothers are—one a painter, the other a sculptor. My father could make anything in wood including frames for one son’s paintings and a roll top desk for the other. My mother’s fingers flew through multiple Aran sweaters for all of us and intricate crocheted...
vulnerabilities as roadways to connections with others
February 12, 2009
By Henry Berry (Southport, CT)
In these poems, the poet is wounded, but does not, cannot heal. Handler is a psychologist as well, and also much involved in poetry organizations. The wounds are not definable or familiar psychological...
I’m mad about books. In fact, it may be said that I hoard them. Lately, I’ve taken to collecting leather bound ones which I buy from Folio Society, an English company that periodically features one of their half-off sales—or, believe it or not, from Barnes and Noble leather-bound classics (for some reason...