Church by Susan Austin
“Church” by Susan Austin I leave the mountains to their business and the weather. Heartache does not soften me; it makes me mad for fossiled canyons. I lie down in sweet sage and let the earth hold the ache awhile. Fierce competitor, piety. A map that loved a mountain. I tell you—every day, in every season, wearing every coat ever owned, giving in to disbelief. A dry wind blows inside my legs and heavy heavy...
On the Bluff, in the Wind by Simona Carini
“On the Bluff, in the Wind” by Simona Carini Summer sky blazes Pacific pulsates deep blue On the windblown bluff Indian paintbrush’s flaming bracts bloom: no better space-time ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Simona Carini’s Artist Statement: Born in Perugia, Italy, and a graduate of the Catholic University of the Sacred Heart (Milan, Italy),...
And When Raven Shortcuts by Carrie Nassif
“And When Raven Shortcuts” by Carrie Nassif and when raven shortcuts to the living scarp of red boulders air spare and still overhead her nearly silent flight tsip tsip tsip is my heart beat beating staccato sweeps of her wings cleanse mind-sky like sage this labyrinth is a barnacled tortoise bare feet crunch into its pea-gravel shell toe-heel toe-heel repeat lavender-shaded driftwood like a cool like...
Fields of Hveen by Barbara Sabol
“Fields of Hveen” by Barbara Sabol Denmark should not forget the noble woman who in spirit more than blood was my sister, Sophia, that shining star in our Danish sky. ― Tycho Brahe Now that the long days of summer are spent, when only Venus and a blush of moon could buff the abiding brightness, I am, against all protestation, drawn to...
The Journey by Florence Gharibian
“The Journey” by Florence Gharibian It started with a broken table, It started with a missing song, It started in a midnight’s musing, Thoughts that came before the dawn. It started with a shattered flower, resting in the darkened soil. Petals moving oh so slowly, vanishing beyond the hill. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Florence Gharibian’s Artist...
Art is my taste for freedom. I drown day and day until I pick up my paintbrush once again. So, somehow, I can tell myself that you’re not stuck in this room and that the canvas is the key.
Nina Salvadoré
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