Angels and Saints by Chloe DeFilippis
“Angels and Saints” by Chloe DeFilippis She kissed her hand then placed it on the foot of a saint. She lit a votive candle. I did the same. On either side of St. Michael’s Church were tall, plaster statues of Jesus, Mary, and the saints. As a little girl, I thought they’d come to life. I thought this trick—kissing the foot, lighting the candle—meant what my mother told me: If you pray to a saint, they’ll...
Kittens by Chloe DeFilippis
“Kittens” by Chloe DeFilippis The last time my sister hopped the fence to get a ball from our neighbor’s yard, one of the kittens we’d been tracking was dead. Its black furred body was deflated. White foam crusted at the edges of its mouth. Mama told us to stay away from those cats—that their constant hissing meant rabies. We didn’t listen. We weren’t supposed to hop the fence either. When our old neighbors moved,...
House Dolls by Salud Mora Carriedo
“House Dolls” by Salud Mora Corriedo housework was everything in the world of nena’s dolls until one day came a visitor who talked of dolls stitching wounds baking highways cooking up bills and rules and dishing out their revolutions since then nena’s dolls have been restless— asking questions on what’s been going on beyond their fence today nena dresses up the dolls in shirts and pants and sends them out of...
of being by Mary Silwance
“of being” by Mary Silwance I love the way she kettles overhead scenting and seeing what is there but keens and dives only for what is hers— She will not rise glorious like a phoenix with mythic feathers to preen. No. She will thrust instead into death. Feast on disease. Savor clots of rot. Slurp decay. Make communion from wreckage. For this is what a wake is: meticulous release from malady ...
Survivor by Judith Robinson
“Survivor” by Judith Robinson What does my writing/art mean to me? The act of creating art takes me deep inside myself while at the same time takes me away from my ordinary or everyday preoccupations. So I both shed myself and receive myself, and occupy a blessed place. ____________________ Judith Robinson’s Artist Statement: Judith R. Robinson is a visual artist, editor, teacher,...
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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