Tag: voice

  • Burning Down the Page with Plath

    “My night sweats grease his breakfast plate.” The line caught me, stopped me from flipping the page. I whispered it to myself. Rolled it around on my tongue. Tasted it. This line is from the poem “The Jailor” which appears in the poetry collection, Ariel. Ariel was the manuscript Sylvia Plath left behind when she…