Quilting My Mothers by Karen Henninger
Mar27

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

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she began to think of herself as a vessel by Carrie Nassif
Mar27

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...

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What I’ve Become (A Cento All My Own) by Barbra Nightingale
Mar27

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...

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fathoms
Feb28

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”...

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Persephone Picks Lilacs by Paula Sergi
Feb27

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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