Next to You, Permanence by Elizabeth Jacobson
“Next to You, Permanence” by Elizabeth Jacobson I wrapped the corpse of a juvenile bull snake I found on the road around a slender branch of a young aspen tree, coiling it into three even loops. The fluid from the snake’s body collected in its head, which swelled to many times its normal size. The next day, flies covered the body so thickly I could not tell a snake was what they clung to. On the third day,...
Horseshoe Crab Fandango by Nancy Krim
“Horseshoe Crab Fandango” by Nancy Krim Head to tail to back to belly, you begin… spin salt sand into shell. No one tells you, you just know skin hardens into what protects. Remember to lie low beneath the tidal surge, keep still, up to your slits in sand. But always and inside in spite of you and your glossy shell, the body grows beyond its own protection. Moon shifts, bulges on her axis. You awaken, short...
Summer at Twenty-One by Eva M. Schlesinger
“Summer at Twenty-One” by Eva M. Schlesinger I loved the air before dusk Still warm, no longer hot I lay in the front porch hammock, the crickets singing with glee kids playing ball on our dead end Merry Street I lay watching the sky change from light blue to stardust to purple writing in a little notebook my grandmother gave me I wrote about the moment I was in I had sunk my teeth in like a delicious apple...
The Arbor of Chance by Peggy Dobreer
“The Arbor of Chance” by Peggy Dobreer ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Peggy Dobreer Artist Statement: Peggy Dobreer is a Los Angeles native, poet, dancer, teacher, founder of E=Mc2Bodied Poetry Workshops, and curator of THE RwIrGiHtTe READ at Stories Books. She is widely published, has one collection titled, In The Lake of Your Bones, Moon Tide Press,...
Poem as a Field of Action by Berwyn Moore
“Poem as a Field of Action” by Berwyn Moore We seek profusion, the Mass—ill-assorted—breathless—grasping at all kinds of things—as if—like Audubon shooting some little bird, really only to look at it the better. —William Carlos Williams, “The Poem as a Field of Action” I had not been thinking of death when they stung – three wasps hiding ...
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.
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