Les Demoiselles de Flatbush by Judy Schavrien
Oct27

Les Demoiselles de Flatbush by Judy Schavrien

  “Les Demoiselles de Flatbush” by Judy Schavrien     Les Demoiselles d’Avignon, in its stylistic innovations, evidenced the genius of Picasso. Nevertheless, my own riposte to that painting has its contribution to make: unlike his women, mine have each other’s backs. The painting has a private dimension as well; it remembers a beloved who died young.   ____________________ Share your...

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To Virginia by George Ella Lyon
Oct27

To Virginia by George Ella Lyon

  “To Virginia” by George Ella Lyon   If you knew I sat at your feet                I think you do know   If you’d seen me retrace your steps Hyde Park Gate              where you were born Gordon Square             ...

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Re-interpreting the Carved Revenge on Your Own Back by Shauna Osborn
Oct21

Re-interpreting the Carved Revenge on Your Own Back by Shauna Osborn

  “Re-interpreting the Carved Revenge on Your Own Back” by Shauna Osborn   In the White Tigers section of The Woman Warrior, we bear witness to a short-lived family reunion before our warrior heads off to battle. Her parents carve oaths on her back, making her body a text where genealogical memory is visible and an emotional connection to the family’s interests are made physical: “Wherever you go, whatever...

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Unmaking the Form by Marya Hornbacher
Oct21

Unmaking the Form by Marya Hornbacher

  “Unmaking the Form” by Marya Hornbacher   Professor Firchow was a giant even when seated, like a bear who towers even when on all fours, and he had enormous hands that gestured slowly, gently, as a bear might gesture if it did. He spoke to us softly of Modernism, and the end of narrative arc, and multiple selective omniscience, and the poetics of fragmented time. I was a snippet of a girl, not yet twenty, shy...

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Counting and What’s Counted On by Robyn Hunt
Oct21

Counting and What’s Counted On by Robyn Hunt

  “Counting and What’s Counted On” by Robyn Hunt   “Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.” (Virginia Woolf, Orlando)   I know for sure: 1 I am married. 2 I own a home. 3 I write poetry – creating metaphor where others claim they cannot. 4 I have a daughter; she lives elsewhere now. 5 My grandmothers, both storytellers, lived well into their nineties, and in one...

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