Bring Me the God of Mrs. Garcia by Susan Kelly-DeWitt
“Bring Me the God of Mrs. Garcia” by Susan Kelly-DeWitt The thread was flame-colored, like vermilion flycatchers she once sketched in the countryside near Buenos Aires. Portugal snipped a length and smoothed it with her plump fingers. The sharp she would use, one of her mother’s good golds, weighed less than a hummingbird’s feather. She slipped the floss through the needle’s eye and thought of the rich man...
Incantation by Maureen Cummins
“Incantation” by Maureen Cummins INANNA. ENHEDUANNA. NISABA, colored as the stars. KALI, The Ferocious, The Vengeful, goddess of fury. MEDEA. ELECTRA. LADY MACBETH. IPHIGENIA, murdered by her father. SAPPHO. MURASAKI. DE PIZAN. Learn your alphabet. Practice your ABCs: Aphra Ben. Aphra Ben. Aphra Ben. _________________________________________________________ JOAN OF ARC, bound and burned. HÉLOÏSE, captured and...
Last Bus by Lynn Tudor Deming
“Last Bus” by Lynn Tudor Deming after Emily Dickinson He’s going to take you now. He’s going to slow down, And you guess it’s the last time You’ll ever have to wait, clutching Your jacket. Much closer than seemed Possible–suddenly its dark hulk looms up– Now it’s your bus, like so many you Fidgeted for in the thickening dusk. ____________________ Share your response...
The Vigil by Dipika Guha
“The Vigil” by Dipika Guha CHARACTERS: WOMAN: any age, true of spirit and heart, a warrior AUTHOR’s note: This play was inspired by Maxine Hong Kingston’s A Woman Warrior and Virginia Woolf’s Orlando. WOMAN The picture is finished. The clouds came last. The sea came first. The horizon line was soothingly straight; just like the eye likes it. Then the islands. A little listless. Alone. Present...
At the Whaling Museum, Point Lobos by Ruth Thompson
“At the Whaling Museum, Point Lobos” by Ruth Thompson Let us begin here: outside the one-room whaling museum at Point Lobos, beneath the dark arms of cypresses. White bones of whales lie stacked— chained together so that no one can steal them. No charnal ground, no messy metamorphoses, no vultures. Only the antler shapes of Cypress’s transcendence, and these white bones, past changing. Drybones like stones....
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