Schrodinger’s Wife Sells the House by Jennifer Campbell
“Schrodinger’s Wife Sells the House” by Jennifer Campbell I am ready, a locomotive hurtling a star already shooting a lunar eclipse set in motion He is stuck in a half-state the house with dwindling half-life all there and not-there, at once It’s all I can do to find a box that’s just a box. And the cat’s been holed up in the wall for days I’m thinking outside of it now The house is a box and we are...
Co— by Jennifer Campbell
“Co—” by Jennifer Campbell ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Jennifer Campbell Artist Statement: Jennifer Campbell is an English professor in Buffalo, NY, and a co-editor of Earth’s Daughters. She has published two books of poetry: Supposed to Love (Saddle Road Press, 2013) and Driving Straight Through (FootHills, 2008). Jennifer was a semi-finalist...
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...
Moby Dick and the Beginning of the End by Ingrid Jendrzejewski
“Moby Dick and the Beginning of the End” by Ingrid Jendrzejewski He says Melville was stupid because he constantly refers to Moby Dick as a fish. Moby Dick is not a fish. Moby Dick is a whale. Everyone knows that whales aren’t fish and fish aren’t whales; ergo, Melville is not worth reading....
Postcard from Sissinghurst by Denise DiMarzio
“Postcard from Sissinghurst” by Denise DiMarzio I. My hand hesitates, hovering above the clean white rectangle, the small space wide open, waiting, years unwritten. Having a great time. Wish you were here. Vita would never hesitate. In the white garden, I wanted to kneel down with you, anchor my hands in your dark curls, grow roots and wrap them around us like wild bindweed. II. The red deer wander. Shapely...
Recognition by Sandy Gillespie
“Recognition” by Sandy Gillespie We open the window to the lapping bay and laze beside the fire. Overnights are rare for grown women, uninterrupted hours delicate as artichoke petals, from which we scrape soft flesh with gentle teeth. The Cabernet is an eighty-five, and children don’t exist for us tonight. Tonight we are women talking about our lovers. Yours is new, and he moves in such a way that...
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