Lady Lazarus by Jacqueline Doyle
“Lady Lazarus” by Jacqueline Doyle For Sylvia Plath That was one pissed-off chick, you know what I’m saying? Sure you do. We’ve all been there, ready to eat men like air. Whirling in circles, spitting menace, lightning bolts shooting from extended fingertips as we point, “You! Yeah, you!” He’s not going to fuck with you no more, they’re not going to fuck with you no more....
In Memory Of by Peg Duthie
“In Memory Of” by Peg Duthie My aunt hanged herself, but her children told the press she’d overdosed on pills. It was in fact pills for the boyfriend of my then best friend. She had her own pills, and I never found out if they helped or healed her: I moved away. She stopped writing back. I pictured my letters chewed into spitwads. There were pills, too, for Mr. Popularity— a prince of my high school...
Untitled jisei series by Shirley Plummer
“Untitled jisei series” by Shirley Plummer Based on Lewis Turco’s Paradigm have morning birds flown? still earth under empty sky do you fear the dark birds of prey swooping ’round me circling the death that is near sweet song of blackbird plucks at the strings of a harp my heart cries out at fledgeling’s wistful entreaty owl eyes terrorize alarmed child...
Visit to Sete by Lynn Tudor Deming
“Visit to Sete” by Lynn Tudor Deming Long drive down the coast to reach That small cemetery set over the sea White tombstones tilting their sails Under the fragrant pines Immensity of light. An old man with his cane Perched alone in the staggering sun Come to feed the cats Elegant in a blue turtleneck Knowing the hunger of the stray. My father lay once in the nursing home His cane by the bed Fully attired for...
When the Moonlight by Berwyn Moore
“When the Moonlight” by Berwyn Moore in memory of Ann Contact inhibition: The cessation of cellular growth and division due...
Woman Waiting by Antonia Clark
“Woman Waiting” by Antonia Clark She ignores clocks and calendars, lets time slip through her fingers. One summer, she ran barefoot all the way to Hartland, a love note clutched in her fist, her hair like fire taken by wind, a thin cotton skirt clinging to her bare legs. So easy, then, to question perfect strangers about birth, blood, to keep faith with her own body’s deep secrets. Now, she smooths a...
Bernard Brings a Drink by Jill Barth
“Bernard Brings a Drink” by Jill Barth Bernard holds out his hand to his regular. Old, hatted, nodding Marie takes her seat in the sun. No struggle is mentioned, though he watched her lose balance at least twice on her way to his café. He reimagines her fall: rumpled skirts and moans of pain. He’s seen her fall. Before the wine and after. At her seat, she moves her feet lightly on the pea...
Old Woman by Ruth Rifka
“Old Woman” by Ruth Rifka Old woman, always you are the image ahead, woman I’m meant to be. What shall I know before I am quietly you, before I can finger-press my will, my breath my body, mouthings of word, burnt offerings of humble deed. You drive. Urge. It is late. Late. I must learn to plant the minutes. A slow, unwilling pilgrim I travel to you who shall greet me from the last frame in the Hallway....
A Spinning Thread of Connection
_______________________________ Audre Lorde asks: What do we want from each other after we have told our stories . . . Whom do we need in order to help us grasp the truth that lies in wait (for us, for others) in our story but that alone we do not have the strength to grasp? Who can help us, or enable us, to survive our story? What Does a Woman Want: Reading and Sexual Difference by Shoshana Felman ...
Image by Carrie Nassif
Image by Carrie Nassif It’s not something that we know anymore, it’s something that we’ve met. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Carrie Nassif Artist Statement: I am, in nearly alphabetical order: an advocate, a bisexual in a same-sex marriage, a cat AND dog person, emotionally tender and goofy, an introverted but loyal friend, a...
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