Reginald Shepherd
Biographic Data
| ID | 3613335 |
|---|---|
| NAME | Reginald Shepherd |
| GIVEN NAMES | Reginald |
| FAMILY NAME | Shepherd |
| SIGNATURE | SHEPHERD R |
| VERIFIED | No |
| TOTAL WORKS | 19 |
| TOTAL CITATIONS | 0 |
| AUTHOR COUNT | 19 |
| EDITOR COUNT | 0 |
| FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR | 1991 |
| LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2001 |
| H-INDEX | 0 |
Wrong
Coloring Outside the Lines
Callaloo - Volume 22, Number 1, Winter 1999
A Boy Called Risk
A Boy Called Risk Reginald Shepherd (bio) Winter wind that wears the ghost of light away, whiteout shutting down days months at a time. The pigeon soul combs sidewalks cauterized with ice for crumbs, wings frayed, lice-riddled. He walks through snow-blind January, February blusters wrapped in a black wool coat. The body walks through half a year to heat-dazed streets and avenues: looks up into a face smudged in a windowpane where one has no color…
What Remained of a Genet
Research Article| June 01 1998 What Remained of a Genet: On the Topic of Querelle Reginald Shepherd Reginald Shepherd Search for other works by this author on: This Site Google GLQ (1998) 4 (3): 453–470. https://doi.org/10.1215/10642684-4-3-453 Cite Icon Cite Share Icon Share Twitter Permissions Search Site Citation Reginald Shepherd; What Remained of a Genet: On the Topic of Querelle. GLQ 1 June 1998; 4 (3): 453–470. doi: https://doi.org/10.1215…
Icarus on Fire Island
Callaloo - Volume 21, Number 2, Spring 1998
Maritime
Maritime Reginald Shepherd (bio) For Jocelyn Emerson There’s always been this dream that reason has, shearing off from the conceivable like pollen or Sahara dust: a windy day along Lake Michigan, cold water, cold war won. The ferroconcrete lakefront where yuppies jog with dogs and clouds of midges hover mating is a second nature, like the city it defines by exclusion. People sun themselves on yellow terry cloth across cement, water too clear to b…
Belief in Antinous
“Belief in Antinoüs” Reginald Shepherd (bio) Every ideal an ordeal, features forgotten otherwise: an emperor’s Bithynian favorite the statues never did justice. Never just a young provincial who wanted to become someone and see the world Rome made. I’ve come to see what has become of you. (There is no present tense for the classic dead, but here: I give you mine, and this lamp of burnt words.) This afternoon I am in love with Egypt, the Nile anot…
An Interview with Reginald Shepherd
Callaloo - Volume 21, Number 2, Spring 1998
Hygiene
Hygiene Reginald Shepherd (bio) how do you like your blueeyed boyMister Death—E.E. Cummings I Some men wash their hands five times a day and still feel dirty. Some hands can never be clean enough. I’d like to think I would abase myself for love or any damage; I was wrong. In this town (not mine, never mind), everyone’s still washing his hands of Jeffrey Dahmer. It’s fifty degrees at noon in May, Milwaukee, I-Hops where they don’t serve blacks. ”F…
Art and Illusion
Art and Illusion Reginald Shepherd (bio) 1 You in the afternoon café, looking through an empty glass as if it were a mirror, curved, recursive like your paintings. Everything you give away is taken back: restraint so possessed implies passion. You in your studio struck by failing light, your childlike reticences and small hands. The canvas fills with indeterminate rectangles, borderless squares, a craving for complexity assuaged by thirteen shade…
The Moon with Its Cargo of Bullion
Callaloo - Volume 21, Number 2, Spring 1998
A Shorter History of December
Callaloo - Volume 21, Number 2, Spring 1998
Blood of Abraham
Blood of Abraham Reginald Shepherd (bio) Who built grief’s penetralium? Solomon knows. His wisdom is division. For whose sake the forays in faith and trembling, armed marches from that high city into exile’s himan of chaff and prophesy? Ask the singer of Ziklag. Dust is on his tongue, his harping fingers, and the voice touched into kingship is choking dust on a simoom. A virgin for a stricken king sick of battle. One after another the battles, wo…
Desire and the Slave Trade
Self-Portrait as Shards of Mirror
You're the handful of reasons I know and won't say, the questions I've refused to ask: a telephone ringing in an empty apartment whose door's been left unlocked, an opened letter face-up on the desk. Your hand examines and rejects a city subtracted to snow inside a glass sphere. Who wrote the book of promises from which we took turns reading aloud, the primer without a present tense? By then you were asleep: and woke in time to watch the illumina…
Miscegenation
A Man Named Troy
Crossing Cocytus
Wide Sargasso Sea
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Crossing Cocytus
Wide Sargasso Sea
Desire and the Slave Trade
Self-Portrait as Shards of Mirror
You're the handful of reasons I know and won't say, the questions I've refused to ask: a telephone ringing in an empty apartment whose door's been left unlocked, an opened letter face-up on the desk. Your hand examines and rejects a city subtracted to snow inside a glass sphere. Who wrote the book of promises from which we took turns reading aloud, the primer without a present tense? By then you were asleep: and woke in time to watch the illumina…
Miscegenation
A Man Named Troy
A Boy Called Risk
A Boy Called Risk Reginald Shepherd (bio) Winter wind that wears the ghost of light away, whiteout shutting down days months at a time. The pigeon soul combs sidewalks cauterized with ice for crumbs, wings frayed, lice-riddled. He walks through snow-blind January, February blusters wrapped in a black wool coat. The body walks through half a year to heat-dazed streets and avenues: looks up into a face smudged in a windowpane where one has no color…
What Remained of a Genet
Research Article| June 01 1998 What Remained of a Genet: On the Topic of Querelle Reginald Shepherd Reginald Shepherd Search for other works by this author on: This Site Google GLQ (1998) 4 (3): 453–470. https://doi.org/10.1215/10642684-4-3-453 Cite Icon Cite Share Icon Share Twitter Permissions Search Site Citation Reginald Shepherd; What Remained of a Genet: On the Topic of Querelle. GLQ 1 June 1998; 4 (3): 453–470. doi: https://doi.org/10.1215…
Icarus on Fire Island
Callaloo - Volume 21, Number 2, Spring 1998
Maritime
Maritime Reginald Shepherd (bio) For Jocelyn Emerson There’s always been this dream that reason has, shearing off from the conceivable like pollen or Sahara dust: a windy day along Lake Michigan, cold water, cold war won. The ferroconcrete lakefront where yuppies jog with dogs and clouds of midges hover mating is a second nature, like the city it defines by exclusion. People sun themselves on yellow terry cloth across cement, water too clear to b…
Belief in Antinous
“Belief in Antinoüs” Reginald Shepherd (bio) Every ideal an ordeal, features forgotten otherwise: an emperor’s Bithynian favorite the statues never did justice. Never just a young provincial who wanted to become someone and see the world Rome made. I’ve come to see what has become of you. (There is no present tense for the classic dead, but here: I give you mine, and this lamp of burnt words.) This afternoon I am in love with Egypt, the Nile anot…
An Interview with Reginald Shepherd
Callaloo - Volume 21, Number 2, Spring 1998
Hygiene
Hygiene Reginald Shepherd (bio) how do you like your blueeyed boyMister Death—E.E. Cummings I Some men wash their hands five times a day and still feel dirty. Some hands can never be clean enough. I’d like to think I would abase myself for love or any damage; I was wrong. In this town (not mine, never mind), everyone’s still washing his hands of Jeffrey Dahmer. It’s fifty degrees at noon in May, Milwaukee, I-Hops where they don’t serve blacks. ”F…
Art and Illusion
Art and Illusion Reginald Shepherd (bio) 1 You in the afternoon café, looking through an empty glass as if it were a mirror, curved, recursive like your paintings. Everything you give away is taken back: restraint so possessed implies passion. You in your studio struck by failing light, your childlike reticences and small hands. The canvas fills with indeterminate rectangles, borderless squares, a craving for complexity assuaged by thirteen shade…
The Moon with Its Cargo of Bullion
Callaloo - Volume 21, Number 2, Spring 1998
A Shorter History of December
Callaloo - Volume 21, Number 2, Spring 1998
Blood of Abraham
Blood of Abraham Reginald Shepherd (bio) Who built grief’s penetralium? Solomon knows. His wisdom is division. For whose sake the forays in faith and trembling, armed marches from that high city into exile’s himan of chaff and prophesy? Ask the singer of Ziklag. Dust is on his tongue, his harping fingers, and the voice touched into kingship is choking dust on a simoom. A virgin for a stricken king sick of battle. One after another the battles, wo…
Coloring Outside the Lines
Callaloo - Volume 22, Number 1, Winter 1999
Wrong
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