- A crucible of my own making
- Half inevitably, half by choice
- A twisted moral
- Everyday and to-morrow
- A mathematic dead-wall
- My neat blue chair
- A lost person
- A thin damnedness
- A prison of self
- A winding sheet
- The Dover road
- The harp of worn strings
- A strongly-windy Saturday
- A someway separate individual
- Sincerity and despair
- It’s not death
- A human prerogative
- The merciless beauty
- My shoes
- An eerie quality
- A helliad
- Swift go my days
- By the blood of dead Americans
- To express me
- Bastard lacy valentines
- Sweet fine sweatings of blood
- Instinct—a ‘first law’
- Loose twos
- Knitting or plaiting straw
- A life-long lonely word
- Their voices
- My damns
- To God, care of the whistling winds
- A working diaphragm
- Lot’s wife
- My echoing footsteps
- A comfortably vicious person
- In my black dress and my still room
- Their little shoes
- The sleep of the dead
- Stickily mad
- God compensates me
- The strange braveness
- Just beneath my skin
- God’s kindly caprice
- A fascinating creature
- No resonance
- Black-browed Wednesdays
- The conscious analyst
- Eye when I mean tooth
- A wild mare
- The mist
- A white liner
- Beneficent bedlam
- A deathly pathos
- The necklace
- Slyly garbling and cross-purposing
- Not quite voilà-tout
- A damned spider
- To wander and hang and float about
- A thousand kisses
- A fluttering-moth wish
- Twenty inches of ajarness
- A profoundly delicious idea
- A mountebank’s cloak
- A familiar sharp twist
- A dark bright fierce fire
- Late afternoon
- An ancient witch-light
- The gray-purple
- The subdivided cell
- Food and fire
- The edge of mist-and-silver
- A right shape and size
- Ice-water, corrosive acid and human breath
- Rhythm
- A prayer-feeling
Described as "the first blogger", Mary MacLane lived a tortured life, ahead of her time. Her beloved father died when she was a young child, and at the age of 8, her stepfather moved the family from its home in Winnipeg, Canada to Montana in the United States, where young Mary had a hard time making friends. Her sensational autobiographical style of writing was considered scandalous, as she told of her bohemian lifestyle, feminist politics and open bisexuality. Although popular during her lifetime, among a sensation-seeking public, and being credited with influencing such writers as Scott Fitzgerald and Edith Wharton, her work lost its popularity after her death at the age of 48. - Summary by Lynne Thompson
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