Twinzilla

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By Barbara G.S. Hagerty

2013 Hilary Tham Capital Collection selected by Jeanne Larsen

With her irreverent wordplay, Hagerty creates a fearless alter-ego, Twinzilla, who will reawaken in even the most jaded post-modern reader all the powerful fizz our planet needs. 2013 HTCC judge Jeanne Larsen says, “The poems in Twinzilla are smart, teasing, dead-serious, marked by keen intelligence. Hagerty takes us into a world where ‘metaphysics are like candy.’ Her narratives leap, inventive and rewarding, weaving from the elegiac to the wryly joyful, showing forth the ways we shadow our own selves.”

About Barbara G. S. Hagerty

Barbara G.S. Hagerty has published two chapbooks with Finishing Line Press, The Guest House and Motherfish, as well as several non-fiction books. She was awarded the 2010-12 Fellowship in Poetry from the South Carolina Arts Commission, and has worked as a photographer, curator, journalist, essayist, and teacher. She holds an MA in Creative Writing from The Johns Hopkins University Writing Seminars.

Praise for Twinzilla

“Don’t be fooled by what you think you think”: the poems in Twinzilla are smart, teasing, dead-serious, marked by keen intelligence and inventive language. Hagerty takes us into a world where “metaphysics are like candy.” Her narratives leap, inventive and rewarding, embracing motherhood and daughter-hood, scrutinizing questions of meaning and embodiment, weaving from the elegiac to the wryly joyful, showing forth the ways we shadow our own selves. Oh, this is good stuff.
—Jeanne Larsen, author of WHY WE MAKE GARDENS

“Time to take Doggerel for a walk,” says Twinzilla, unleashing this ebullient collection from South Carolina poet Barbara G. S. Hagerty. Hagerty introduces us to three essential forces: Eros, Thanatos, and Twinzilla, the duality that complicates our sense of self as life progresses. Who once was temptation, becomes comfort, a “knight-in-shining anorak.” Who once was daughter, becomes mother—“I was entered and exited, / I exuded and extruded, / earth moved through me, / film, magma, flesh”—and, later, becomes child again, to care for a dying parent. Poignant stories are balanced with flights of wordplay and taxonomy, examining the strangeness of lumps, slugs, doorbells and dead ringers. “All is collage, to be continued,” declares “Quantum Twinzilla.” Readers will not want this conversation to end.
—Sandra Beasley, author of I WAS THE JUKEBOX

 

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