Our Hands Are Water Wings
Women make waves when . . . We release the safety of a select, bounded circle around our creative lives to open what is precious and valuable to us for engagement and expansion We release the injustice of a woman’s “duty” to claim the agency which sustains our creative wellbeing What will you release and reclaim? Download Our Anthem Join Us for Sisterhood Camp _______________________________ Our...
Clouds and Reflection by Kathleen Schlarb
“Clouds and Reflection” by Kathleen Schlarb “How seeing pebbles on a lily pad can be a metaphor for life.” ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Kathleen Schlarb Artist Statement: Kathleen Mannix Schlarb is an artist, poet, and writer. In the late nineties after raising her children, Kathleen began writing again and published her workas a...
Dragging Virginia Woolf’s Body Out of the Ouse detail by Christy Sanford
“Dragging Virginia Woolf’s Body Out of the Ouse (detail),” by Christy Sanford ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Christy Sheffield Sanford Artist Statement: Christy Sheffield Sanford, born in Atlanta, now lives in Northeast Florida. She has won a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in Poetry. She holds a masters degree in Creative Writing and Interarts...
Elegy to a Woman Writer, A Friend by Barbara Rockman
“Elegy to a Woman Writer, A Friend” by Barbara Rockman Walking, I think about luck, death and spring . . . Do two black cats crossing in front of a black clad walker cancel bad luck? Does the crimson yarrow delete the blue egg’s gluey smear? Does one daughter’s peace shadow or highlight her sister’s grief? My friend died this...
Writing the Dress by Barbara Rockman
“Writing the Dress” by Barbara Rockman “I have written up and down my sleeves,” she cried. “It begins at my wrist, saddens at the elbow, but the upper arm is where rain lifts and,” she sang out from the far end of the hall, “At the shoulder, birds flock from the island, the lighthouse lit to make wings whiten and silver. Across the collar, she and the birds and the drove of bleating...
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