Lynne Agnew

I grew up in a very sequestered and charming small town northwest of Washington, D.C. I am academically trained and credentialed in pharmacology and fine art. My passion is to give shape and meaning to ‘the image’ and ‘the word.’ I’m an intellectual aesthete; my sources of inspiration are manifold: my son, Brendan, an accomplished writer and musician par excellence; my daughter, Kelsey, a gifted actor, vocalist, and dancer extraordinaire; Caravaggio; Henry Moore; Giacometti, Dante, Kurt Vonnegut, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Flaubert, Vladimir Nabokov; William Styron; Emily Dickinson; T.S. Elliot; Alfred Tennyson; among others, have exceptional ability to render what is acutely and manifestly observed. It is in the same spirit that I strive to execute the apparent, the readily observed, the ordinary details of life as I examine them to be in their sublimity.


Articles by Lynne Agnew

Prison and Justice Writing
Tuesday May 10

Sabrina

Sabrina is a waxy, white-complected woman of 27 years. If we are to live together in an 8 x 11-foot jail cell, she feels that it would be only customary that I share my commissary food with her. At the hour of three o’clock in the morning, I’m not always inclined to engage in the