Amy Elizabeth RobinsonIrish Soda BreadAll Irish ancestors are famine ancestors, in one way or another…. And inside this simple bread are so many whispers, so much complexity.Mar 17, 20231Mar 17, 20231
Amy Elizabeth RobinsonRose Gold WineI was offered two goblets. I chose the smaller, luminous one.May 6, 2022May 6, 2022
Amy Elizabeth RobinsonStill LifeInside of all the turbulence, there has been still life.Jan 6, 2022Jan 6, 2022
Amy Elizabeth Robinson“The egg is this world we see. The bird in it is Love…” or, Waking Up with Simone on Easter MorningGood morning. It is Easter and the sun just rose. Have you noticed?Apr 12, 20201Apr 12, 20201
Amy Elizabeth RobinsonFlower Mind / #FireHaikuI am presently, persistently trying to work out the way I want to use language in this ravaged, exquisite, turbulent world.Nov 6, 20191Nov 6, 20191
Amy Elizabeth RobinsonI Refuse. And I Nurture, Too.The seed of this piece of writing is fatigue. The seed of this piece of writing is anger. The seed of this piece of writing is…May 16, 2019May 16, 2019
Amy Elizabeth RobinsonNutcracker, I Have No Patience For You AnymoreDear Nutcracker -Dec 18, 2018Dec 18, 2018
Amy Elizabeth RobinsonThis Is Not Unprocessed Anger. This is Anger That Has Been “Processed” For Too Long.Author’s note: I have a very belabored, thoughtfully-designed essay on these subjects that I have been working on for two or three years…Sep 28, 20181Sep 28, 20181
Amy Elizabeth RobinsonOn Power and Aporia in the Academy: A Response in Three PartsThis “idea of justice” seems to me to be irreducible in its affirmative character, in its demand of gift without exchange, without…Aug 19, 201815Aug 19, 201815
