Subverting the “Girlie” Calendar: September

Ms. September September’s kohl-rimmed eyes at cabaret, her turtleneck in black, the color wrong. But will she listen? No, this is her song, the little room now falling, flows away. A “girlie calendar” makes one think of men’s lockers, walls of auto repair shops or a military barracks: They’re typically collections of nude or scantily […]

Subverting the “Girlie” Calendar: August

Ms. August Downstream in August, down the heron flew, straight through the secret bower where we stay in ferny waterfalls, safe from the day, forgotten as her words, a fonds perdu. A “girlie calendar” makes one think of men’s lockers, walls of auto repair shops or a military barracks: They’re typically collections of nude or […]