In this productive ferment, I began reading feminist theory and writing short book reviews for a local movement publication, the Female Liberation Newsletter-begun in 1969 and sold at a women’s liberation lit table for two cents in mimeo.Īnd then I began to write poetry again in 1975, when I fell in love with another woman. The range of women’s organizing was wide-from forming Marxist study groups to publishing nonsexist children’s literature, from fighting for pay equity in university teaching positions to doing support work for prisoner liberation and for Joann Little-a Black woman who had defended herself, killing a prison guard who attempted to rape her. Like so many other women of my generation, I married the person I wanted to be-and then had my world turned upside down when I had two children in quick succession, 18 months apart.Īt the same time, while in graduate school at the University of North Carolina, I got to know feminists and lesbians involved in early women’s liberation in Durham and Chapel Hill-a movement then developing from both the anti–Vietnam war movement and the Black civil rights movement. I had written poetry in college but had stopped writing when, barely turned 20, I had married a poet in 1966. These poems and I emerged together from the women’s liberation and lesbian/gay liberation movements of the 1970s. The Sound of One Fork was my first book of poetry, published in 1981.
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