Virginia Schnurr

My sensual poems use bold, surprising humor and wit to sculpt a personal and cultural herstory, and critique gender roles from the clay of relationships with family, a therapist, bakery customers and strangers, evincing a slant attitude variously inspired by Woolf, Millay—and Dickinson, who haunt my study among the living and the dead, taking on menopause and the male canon with “pistol, chair, and whip,” as well as violets.