Delores (Part One) by Esther Cohen
“Delores (Part One)” by Esther Cohen My friend Delores she’s 82 beautiful missing a few body parts doesn’t let that get in her way makes money cleaning houses handsome lover named Jim one good leg that’s enough for me said Delores she got a big turkey for 8 dollars at Shoprite invited some people made 3 kinds of cookies including pumpkin oatmeal my friend Delores says she’s grateful for what she has for what...
Before the Show by Donna J. Gelagotis Lee
“Before the Show” by Donna J. Gelagotis Lee Under the lone light bulb like a fluorescent moon, with the smell of wood, concrete under our feet. Clip clock. The snap of the crossties to the halter. I comb the mane until it’s silky & you separate the thin strands of hair and cross each one...
Acts of Bravery by Lois Bradley
“Acts of Bravery, Day 1 & 3” by Lois Bradley It would be easier to allow the current to take me swirling, bobbing about in half-lidded repose. But that is not where my artwork happens. Artwork that means something is not created in a languorous vaccum, but when my mind is tense. Alert. Engaged. Open. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Lois Bradley...
Bracelets by G. Evelyn Lampart
Bracelets by G. Evelyn Lampart Sophie is wearing bracelets – I can hear them jangling. I can’t take my eyes off her face to look at them because she’ll think she isn’t interesting. That would break her stream of confidential I am special speak. She is talking non-stop again. About herself. Herself as a woman who is jealous of younger women, the 25-year-olds, with privilege, and with trust funds. I understand. I tell her...
we should have by Carrie Nassif
we should have By Carrie Nassif we, the sisterhood of barbed wire museums who among us isn’t a collection of prickly, of misused connections of twisting pointed links crafted by thumb and elbow-grease once wound-tight-over-driftwood wires long since uncoiled from their uprights those fence-mending callouses all smoothed away with time it was yellow polaroids ago water over rocks under bridges we should have lassoed...