Color Coded by Lauren Camp
“Color Coded” by Lauren Camp Since no one ever wanted to paint me, I took a brush elsewhere in the city— behind the white fence, into night. To my husband I said Find me there with the collapsible blue. What? he asked. Do I have to trail you through Dame’s rocket and upended furniture? I readied the skin and fat of my small piece of purpose, so tired of tallying a landscape to see it slung on screws for a...
Pentimento by Catherine Moore
“Pentimento” by Catherine Moore She painted over his works because she felt he had spent too much time in his blue period. The disemboweled female forms were barely swathed in bolts of lapis atop ecru. Draped over in wide eyes afraid—primitive empties, effigies of sad spoils. The figures needed their horror broken....
Droom by Margaret Chula
“Droom” by Margaret Chula M.C. Escher wood engraving, 1935 The bishop reclines on tassled cushions hands crossed at his waist in sweet repose. A praying mantis straddles his chest. Legs, knobbled like rosary beads, knead the red fabric of his robes. Thorax and forelegs cast a shadow over the bishop’s trusting heart. In the great beyond, arches of the coliseum hold up the night sky. Venus and Jupiter shine out...
Studio Visit: Later by Susanna Lang
“Studio Visit: Later” by Susanna Lang Alice Berry What’s left—bobbins, scraps of fabric, reds and pumpkins in one bin, blues in another. A jacket, dark as its corner. I remember tea in a fairy tale harem splashed with glistening silks that...
People as Evidence by Lauren Camp
“People as Evidence” by Lauren Camp for Alice Neel Not so much the eyes but the middle of the gesture— early bloom, late wrinkle, the most multiple parts, nipple and fat roll. Leg and tangle and temper. It was that entrance to the center that...
Women, Windows by Lauren Rusk
“Women, Windows” by Lauren Rusk after Vermeer Light on a wall, a woman. Light— the pour of milk, her round forehead as she reads where he arranged her—each of those women— near a window to catch the glow, not look through. But to the women that...
The Power to Contemplate: An Artist Responds to Virginia Woolf by Jennifer Carson
“The Power to Contemplate: An Artist Responds to Virginia Woolf” by Jennifer Carson Five hundred a year stands for the power to contemplate … a lock on the door means the power to think for oneself. Several years ago, when my partner agreed that I could live in his house without contributing to the mortgage, I thought I had landed the perfect life. He had granted me Woolf’s five hundred a year. I...
Reading Virginia Woolf in the Nineties by Kristie Letter
“Reading Virginia Woolf in the Nineties” by Kristie Letter yes, Virginia in irregular rhythm and (extra) articulation, who thought beyond plotting, to take on and through and know mermaids (singing) and sisters who never flower into bards, swimming in words, sapping down difficulty becoming, re-evaluating Madonnas, beyond teen spirits into Victorian charms, a nose for truth, for key moments, the heat of the...
The Poem by Diane Furtney
“The Poem” by Diane Furtney “ . . . this loose, drifting material of life . . . Some idea of a new form. Suppose one thing should open out of another—as in an unwritten novel”–Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary It’s instinctive, the lift at it, the damp summer grassweed smell, and you think small: gopher, badger, fox; an over owl; between the weeds. Then these shallow ditches, and the low foliage...
The Only Surviving Recording of Virginia Woolf’s Voice by Alison Townsend
“The Only Surviving Recording of Virginia Woolf’s Voice” by Alison Townsend I’m not expecting to hear her speak, stopped as I am at a red light in Stoughton, Wisconsin, on the daily, desperate dash home from work, my fractured spine throbbing as if it housed my heart not my nerves, this snippet on NPR as unexpected as recent November warm weather. But here she is, sounding husky and a bit tired, her plummy...
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