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...
I’m delighted to say that Arlene Sahraie, the Library Services Director of the Bergen County Cooperative Library System (BCCLS) has asked me to be the BCCLS Writer of the Month for April, National Poetry Month. And yes, she does know that Confessions is prose.
This is the first part of an essay I wrote for The Tampa Review titled, “Poems and the Psyche: The Threat of Making Art, One Writer’s Journey.” More is to come!
One of my regrets as a developing writer was that I didn’t get to hear other writers’ stories. As a psychologist, I was...
I’ve been writing a lot of late—very little poetry or creative prose but lots of short pieces for the CKP blog and newsletter as well as my own blog. I must say, I’m loving it. I used to think that the only kind of writing that would satisfy me was that which required my imagination, but it turns out...