Quilting My Mothers by Karen Henninger
“Quilting My Mothers” by Karen Henninger ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Karen Henninger Artist Statement: Creative Artist of Life Visionary Visual Artist Writer
she began to think of herself as a vessel by Carrie Nassif
“she began to think of herself as a vessel” by Carrie Nassif she began to think of herself as a vessel, an organic container, a vesicle. a fluid-filled tube crafted of ancient earth and its ancestors. pictured herself stretching from mycelian roots, reaching, willing, growing toward the star mothers who live light years above, the future entangled in the now. imagined that we were each these self-same...
What I’ve Become (A Cento All My Own) by Barbra Nightingale
“What I’ve Become (A Cento All My Own)” by Barbra Nightingale Here I am: the kind of woman who slakes a thirst no longer dry, casts pins to the wind though nothing sticks to air. I am black coal squeezed a lifetime. My eyes diamond light. I cannot look away, wear you on my hand. Your smile beamed photons the night when the mercury slithered like a black snake, a night whose edge is...
fathoms
I wished that woman would write and proclaim this unique empire so that other women, other unacknowledged sovereigns, might exclaim: I too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard of songs. Hélène Cixous . . . You need to reach down and touch the thing that’s boiling inside of you and make it somehow useful. Audre Lorde “The Cactus Flower”...
Persephone Picks Lilacs by Paula Sergi
“Persephone Picks Lilacs” by Paula Sergi Imagine sucking the blossom, subtle taste of grape. She’s dreamed lovers entwined and misses her husband. Pale morning light drives her to the garden where robins pull red earthworms from the ground. They look confused. It’s colder than the sun had promised. Who grafted these flowering trees, one branch white popcorn fluff, the other screaming pink? The gardener...
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