Bernard Brings a Drink by Jill Barth
“Bernard Brings a Drink” by Jill Barth Bernard holds out his hand to his regular. Old, hatted, nodding Marie takes her seat in the sun. No struggle is mentioned, though he watched her lose balance at least twice on her way to his café. He reimagines her fall: rumpled skirts and moans of pain. He’s seen her fall. Before the wine and after. At her seat, she moves her feet lightly on the pea...
Old Woman by Ruth Rifka
“Old Woman” by Ruth Rifka Old woman, always you are the image ahead, woman I’m meant to be. What shall I know before I am quietly you, before I can finger-press my will, my breath my body, mouthings of word, burnt offerings of humble deed. You drive. Urge. It is late. Late. I must learn to plant the minutes. A slow, unwilling pilgrim I travel to you who shall greet me from the last frame in the Hallway....
A Spinning Thread of Connection
_______________________________ Audre Lorde asks: What do we want from each other after we have told our stories . . . Whom do we need in order to help us grasp the truth that lies in wait (for us, for others) in our story but that alone we do not have the strength to grasp? Who can help us, or enable us, to survive our story? What Does a Woman Want: Reading and Sexual Difference by Shoshana Felman ...
Image by Carrie Nassif
Image by Carrie Nassif It’s not something that we know anymore, it’s something that we’ve met. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Carrie Nassif Artist Statement: I am, in nearly alphabetical order: an advocate, a bisexual in a same-sex marriage, a cat AND dog person, emotionally tender and goofy, an introverted but loyal friend, a...
My Treasure by Carol Fox Prescott
“My Treasure” by Carol Fox Prescott I learn the world, past, present, and future through my experience. I do not desire making sense of this, it already makes sense because I know. I may not always understand, but I know. When my writing comes, it comes from this knowing. When I doubt it is because I lose trust in this knowing. My gratitude expands my heart. My sense of wonder opens clogged passages. My joy...
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What treasures are secreted in the deepest places, the bathys, and how will we recover their promise?
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