Winter Self by Florence Ladd
“Winter Self” by Florence Ladd Winter lies too long in country towns; stays on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen, Willa Cather in My Antonia Have I, like winter in a country town, stayed on too long? Growing old, have I grown stale and sullen? My attire Is a matter of rapt attention, but am I seen as shabby? Perhaps my over-told anecdotes gone stale. I could Refresh those stories with more...
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“Detail” by Anon _________________________________________________________ Whale fall is thick with charged particles: flesh, bone. Comes my manta shape: flat, half-lidded eyes – Song Eater, me. I swallow what remains to be said. Her last call spoke the letting go. I becoming not-I. Then she fell silent under the weight of voracious worms. Now she rests at...
Softly, Imperceptibly by Narges Nematpour
“Softly, Imperceptibly” by Narges Nematpour It slips between her delicate fingers, Rushes to kiss the bare ground The dream which she had been preparing to live. Once it failed to see the light of day, Her envisioned fantasy evaporated into nothingness. As if into the midst of Poseidon’s kingdom, Her head was pushed And held down to inhale all the sorrow. More agonizingly, even, She was expected to exhale...
Once Upon a Time by Joan Roberts Garcia
“Once Upon a Time” by Joan Roberts Garcia ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Joan Roberts Garcia Artist Statement: “Once Upon a Time” reflects the conflicts of a mother of grown children. A statement on the past and present. I spent many years as a young woman in Mexico City, which literally colored my art. I was drawn to the frontality of the walls, and am...
In the Beginning, A Woman with a Voice by Elizabeth Troyer
“In the Beginning, A Woman with a Voice” by Elizabeth Troyer When I was younger, I thought holiness looked quiet. I thought a good woman was one who lowered her eyes, softened her opinions, and learned how to disappear with grace. I thought faith meant becoming smaller so God could become larger, as if the Lord of heaven and earth required the erasure of women in order to be seen. The women I watched...
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