Posts Tagged "fall"

Featured Works: Week of Sept. 7 (Nature Meets Art)

By on Sep 6, 2015 in Issue Archives | Comments Off

  As long as humans have been singing, painting, chanting, writing and sculpting, we have been inspired by nature. This week’s contributors, all poets, share different ways that art and the natural world may intersect. “How to Spot a Knock-Off” by Megan Merchant imagines ways of turning nature into living works of art. “Beauty, Flawed” by James Von Hendy praises the aesthetics of imperfection. “Flight Lines” by Kevin Casey muses on the residual effects of wildlife entering human space. “Suburban Choka No. 4,” also by Kevin Casey, meditates on lawn...

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Featured Works: Week of Oct. 27 (Halloween)

By on Oct 27, 2014 in Issue Archives | Comments Off

This week’s featured works harness the spirit of Halloween. “Halloween Hell” by Marguerite Elisofon depicts the challenges of trick-or-treating with special-needs children. “Rootwork” by Katherine L.P. King brews a story of love, desperation and witchcraft. Keith Moul’s photographs, “Arizona Scrub” and “Montana Pine,” evoke the desolation associated with the late-fall...

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Montana Pine (Photo)

By on Oct 27, 2014 in Art/Photography | Comments Off

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Featured Works: Week of Sept. 29 (Early Fall)

By on Sep 30, 2014 in Issue Archives | Comments Off

In the Northern Hemisphere, as the first days of fall seamlessly blend warm summery sun with bright leaves, we present two poems using nature to talk about transitions. Joanna M. Weston’s poem, “These Sons,” gives a wistful farewell to summer. Lyn Lifshin’s poem, “Drifting,” uses milkweed to symbolize both change and...

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as if they once had teeth, your hands

By on Dec 2, 2013 in Poetry | Comments Off

As if they once had teeth, your hands nibble on apples half mud, half worms –you eat only what falls to the ground rotted, serene, made dark by the welcoming slope into evening –you pick the way every stone points where to rest, has this urge to be useful, calms your arms still attached to the same mouth and milky breath, holding on –you share these twins with the sun stretching out on your forehead shining in its darkness from the start and in you arms the word for offering, for stillness,...

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