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An intro to the concrete essay

"Worst Case Scenario” is what I’d call a concrete essay following in the lineage of concrete poets, except that it achieves much of what they did not… [It] is worthy of recovering not simply because of how often visual writing gets passed over in magazines and anthologies where our best essays are celebrated, but because through… Continue reading An intro to the concrete essay

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Mini Lesson: The Diptych Essay

"I'm finding the diptych is such an incredibly effective and powerful structure. I'm writing about stuff I never dreamed I'd ever write about." ~ Abby Palmer   Virgin and Child with Maarten van Nieuwenhove Hans Memling, 1487 One of the most exciting CNF forms I've discovered recently is inspired by visual art. The diptych essay… Continue reading Mini Lesson: The Diptych Essay

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Captured in Black & White: A Diptych by Rachel Laverdiere

All because I clicked the shutter at that precise moment. For an eternity, the sun casts shadows that accentuate the angles hidden beneath the baby-soft curves—almond eyes, sharp cheekbones, a refined nose, and a strong, square jaw. An old artifact that belonged to your father—your great-aunt’s Fuji camera—snapped a frame, this moment, in our history.… Continue reading Captured in Black & White: A Diptych by Rachel Laverdiere

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Fox and Woman: A Diptych by Carolyn Moore

1     Woman Knees bent into spring grass, lime-handled trowel turning soft black earth. Gloved hand dropping a seed here, a seedling there. This is what he sees even if he cannot say. She sees the other just as she is seen: a red fox trotting close by a woman turned from her digging. For a… Continue reading Fox and Woman: A Diptych by Carolyn Moore

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Diptych 1: Iconoclasts

Thirteen inches of agony, drops of blood painstakingly painted on side wound, wrists and ankles. I couldn’t keep that gory cross—my exact words to Rachelle, who laughed—but also couldn’t recall seeing a religious item donated to the local thrift shop. My mother reminded me it was blessed. Still, I wrapped grandma’s crucifix in tissue paper… Continue reading Diptych 1: Iconoclasts