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...
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...
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 ...
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...
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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