Hungry by Bunny Bowen
“Hungry” by Bunny Bowen In sum, this work is about: I started this painting about 25 years ago. Yes, 25 years! It began as I noticed that coyote scat is full of prickly pear seeds when the fruits ripen in the fall. I started a painting about that, then just set it aside, unfinished. Every few years I would dab a bit more paint on it, but it never worked. Then, after the invasion of Ukraine, I was...
May I Call You Sister by Sharon Baker
“May I Call You Sister” by Sharon Baker A Monologue, performed by a Female named Lexi. LEXI: Back in high school, I was Wild. Cleopatra eyeliner, oh so tight mini skirts and pointy boobs. See? Still got em. Truth: I was scared of….Everything. Thunder. Men. Spiders. Men. Snakes. Men. Bein’ hot or cold. Men. Rollercoasters….Men. I didn’t see much for myself in the way of….Anything. In my family, all...
Dear Missy by Lonna Whiting
“Dear Missy” by Lonna Whiting We had no business driving around town at 3 a.m. after that party, let alone any business popping your convertible top down in the absolute dregs of subzero winter just to get some all-night Taco Bell. But Green Day on the CD player just hit differently that night. It might have been the beers. It might have been the ditch weed. It was probably both. Do you remember the way we...
Rapunzel Brings Her Women’s Studies Class to the Tower by Susan J. Erickson
“Rapunzel Brings Her Women’s Studies Class to the Tower” by Susan J. Erickson The setup looked so innocent. Like a rustic LEGO estate. Before you ask, the ivy escape route now clambering up the walls was tended by an apprentice of Edward Scissorhands. The Government was reclaiming this tract for a planned wilderness. It was so quiet...
Final Crescent by Jane Schulman
“Final Crescent” by Jane Schulman Think of me on bruise-blue nights when the moon wanes to a wisp and you scan the eastern sky, wondering. And think of me as a crocus,...
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.
Nina Salvadoré
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