The Arbor of Chance by Peggy Dobreer
“The Arbor of Chance” by Peggy Dobreer ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Peggy Dobreer Artist Statement: Peggy Dobreer is a Los Angeles native, poet, dancer, teacher, founder of E=Mc2Bodied Poetry Workshops, and curator of THE RwIrGiHtTe READ at Stories Books. She is widely published, has one collection titled, In The Lake of Your Bones, Moon Tide Press,...
Poem as a Field of Action by Berwyn Moore
“Poem as a Field of Action” by Berwyn Moore We seek profusion, the Mass—ill-assorted—breathless—grasping at all kinds of things—as if—like Audubon shooting some little bird, really only to look at it the better. —William Carlos Williams, “The Poem as a Field of Action” I had not been thinking of death when they stung – three wasps hiding ...
Safe House by Jude Rittenhouse
“Safe House” by Jude Rittenhouse A child: eighteen months but too old in the eyes. The joy that makes you reach toward children has dissolved. This baby’s famished smile creeps beneath my skin along with the women’s bruises, missing teeth, broken limbs. Fragments I will carry with my own when I go home in one hour. Something no other woman here can do. Those in this shelter’s living room, crowded...
A Village of Their Own by Niloufar Behrooz
“A Village of Their Own” by Niloufar Behrooz There is a small village in Iran called Abyaneh. You might notice this ancient red village on your way to Tehran from Isfahan. Abyaneh is one of the oldest villages in Iran, known to have existed around 2,500 years ago, and it is considered a major tourist attraction for its historical, anthropological and architectural antiquity as well as its rustic atmosphere....
Mother of the Disappeared by Roz Spafford
“Mother of the Disappeared” by Roz Spafford From The Gospel According to Mary Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones. Psalm 137:9 In the dream it is always the same: They bring me his body, dressed in something I have never seen. The wounds are bruised and red like eyes. Across my lap, he is too long and...
Questions for the Angel Gabriel II by Anna Hundert
“Questions for the Angel Gabriel II” by Anna Hundert and another thing: are the pink lumps of flesh inside me divine, the strange alien bones and the red meat of the almost living, my legs grow weak from the weight and I want to know if I can still say no, could I have ever, was it ever a question of wanting. my...
Abbey of Our Lady at Gethsemani by Sherry Chandler
“Abbey of Our Lady at Gethsemani” by Sherry Chandler Bells clang. For matins maybe or lauds. The Hours of prayer are chimed, the knell of ordinary hours and quarter hours resounds across the countryside. Beyond these walls the earth shudders with Reaper drones and Hellfire missiles. Mountaintops are leveled, bedrock fractured. Border fences rise and island countries drown. Trappists singing praise the clock...
The Ghigau Women by Sun Cooper
“The Ghigau Women” by Sun Cooper The Ghigau Women ᎩᎦᎤ, or the Ghigau, was a title bestowed by the Cherokee clans upon extraordinary women who had demonstrated uncommon bravery and benevolence in battle and in community; this title was held for life and literally translates: “beloved war woman.” She was given a ceremonial symbol of her role: a white swan’s wing. Its anatomy is both graceful and powerful enough...
Village Shakti by Verena Tay
“Village Shakti” by Verena Tay (for Kamini Ramachandran) I, woman, dance for me! My spine snakes into talons, your gaze pierced. My breast-hip curves to heart beats, your rhythm smashed. My feet pound paths fresh, your grasp spent. My smile bites Eve’s apple,...
Isles of the Wise by Sharon Suzuki-Martinez
“Isles of the Wise” by Sharon Suzuki-Martinez Led by women since time immemorial, the world’s last official matriarchal religion survives in the Ryukyu Islands (Okinawa). My mother’s parents and all their parents were born on these islands. Mom never wanted to visit, and characteristically, would not explain why. This mystery always drew me to Okinawa. When I finally visited, my husband and I saw utaki or...
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