BY GEMMA BLACKSHAW Linda, you are leaving your old body now. It lies flat, an old butterfly, all arm, all leg, all wing, loose as an old dress. I reach out toward it but my fingers turn to cankers and I am motherwarm and used, just as your childhood is used. (Anne Sexton, ‘Mother and… Continue reading Feature: “Confessional Painting: Recent work by Chantal Joffe”