Well yes, I said, my mother wears a dot. / I know they said “third eye” in class, but it’s not / an eye eye, not like that. It’s not some freak / third eye that opens on your forehead like…
Picture/Poem | December 2016
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Picture/Poem | November 2016
She sees an actor savoring a pomegranate in a film, / then buys one from a grocer mounding some, and / stains her table slicing it and stains her mouth and chin…
Picture/Poem | October 2016
I scrapped your car last week: / that fast also-ran four-door sedan / with three hubcaps and one cassette player / the tow truck reaper came
Picture/Poem | September 2016
Tonight six hundred passengers / will ride my antique elevator, / the same inane attempts at humor / will arise, from men, mostly.
Picture/Poem | August 2016
The girls are getting slimmer now as if, perhaps / to keep themselves from their mothers’ fates. / They float in thin blouses above the fat plates, / their bodies forced like flowers into shape.
Picture / Poem | July 2016
THE REBEL’S FLOWER Stately they stepped through the garden closes, Walking coldly a pace apart; To them nodded the dewy roses Red as the wrath that glowed in her heart. Gown of damask and coat of scarlet – Oh but…
Picture/Poem | June 2016
I hear the whisper of it / sliding from her grip, / catch that smack of wood / on concrete, pick it up, / see the split face, a long / cut along the sound hole…
Picture / Poem | May 2016
Pauletta Hansel has been a pillar of the Cincinnati poetry community for decades. In March, she was named Cincinnati’s first Poet Laureate. This poem is from her newest collection, Tangle, Dos Madres Press 2015.
Picture/Poem: Smoking
In the poem “Smoking,” Joanne Greenway remembers her glamorous mother. Artist Sara Caswell-Pearce responds with a collage of images from mid-century women’s magazines.
Picture / Poem
Collage artist Sara Caswell-Pearce offers a visual response to a poem by Annette Januzzi Wick.