Diner by Jackie Davis Martin
“Diner” by Jackie Davis Martin You would have lied, too. You would have promised the manager to work the entire summer when you applied for the breakfast shift at the diner which had you arriving in the parking lot at 6 in the morning in a brown nylon dress and white oxfords, to set up the creams and sugars and ketchups, shine the counters, all the...
The Promenade by Toni Loefler
“The Promenade” by Toni Loefler —after the painting by Marc Chagall After their walk and decanter of vino she’s flushed from the strappings of love. Mauvish folds of her dress billow in the geometric sky—she is staring into the horizon absentmindedly but she is still there. Soon he will lead her floating body to the pastel chapel by the deep...
There Is This Wildness by Molly Scott
“There Is This Wildness” by Molly Scott there is this wildness in her that he touched and then retracted fed on like forbidden game and then redacted ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Molly Scott’s Artist Statement: Throughout a colorful life ranging from theater, television, concert performance and recording, to mothering, social justice work,...
Self-Portrait as a Message From Rapunzel to the Princes Trying to Rescue Her by Michalle Gould
“Self-Portrait as a Message From Rapunzel to the Princes Trying to Rescue Her” by Michalle Gould Build me a city, or burn it, I do not care. If you don’t stop trying to save me, I will cut my hair. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Michalle Gould Artist Statement: Michalle Gould’s first full-length collection of poetry, “Resurrection...
Persephone Tells All by Ruth Thompson
“Persephone Tells All” by Ruth Thompson Persephone carried off (faintly protesting) by Big Beard the Muscleman, her weeping mother searched round and round but did not go down- town. Which is where she was. But Big Beard down there in the lamplight in the altogether was altogether so large, so loud, and the latesummer heat so oppressive, Persephone got tired of it (though liking the Harley okay) so she took a...
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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