Five poems by alum Pam Bernard (poetry, ’95) appear at Mudlark:
the victor departs wondering whether out of Marsyas’ howling there will not someday arise a new kind of art— — Zbigniew Herbert
If not winter, what must Marsyas have felt, so artfully flayed, his visage stripped from him, all of a piece, until his fingertips were the last to know wholeness. He could see his countenance lifted from him just as this snow is lifted from us. Two fists Continue reading online...