[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Tethered Souls by Alva Greenberg Propped in cases no strings visible the marionettes rest in silence. Dressed and coiffed eyes wide open their painted faces wait to reenact the joys and sorrows which have been scripted for them. The scenes may change but their roles remain forever tethered to …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Poem and poetry box by Dan Potter, sculptor and actor for the Mystic Paper Beasts mask theatre company which he cofounded in 1976, Dan grew up making paintings and sculpture, puppets and masks with his parents, Alice and Fuller Potter, two artists who married while arguing about good and …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Ode To A City I See by Jeanne Sigel Seagulls soaring as high as our dreams, Proudly announcing their arrival As they lay claim to seasoned roof tops. O, city as wide as a smile Reflecting the beauty of a bright future Amidst its gritty past Learn from your …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] While Gazing at a Painting of Tie-Dyed Butterflies by Rhonda Ward While Gazing at a Painting of Tie-Dyed Butterflies with aquamarine and turquoise wings over a backdrop of gold-leaf sunshine, I am reminded of the time I faced the praying mantis, rubbing his greedy hands together as I bent …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Raven Night Love by Alexander Waid Night sheltered us in her raven wings as we embraced on the shore with no more walls to close us in than the sea and the sky. The world lapped us a lullaby and entranced us with a dance of red fish in …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] It is the silk that rustles by Michael Bradford it is the silk that rustles not her thighs you dream of them flitting about a gleaming burst of gold and copper flint beneath a light sea of sheets a light scent of rain woven through the sweltering breeze it …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col][col grid=”2-1″] Sigue Caminando (Keep Walking) by Ana Flores My father the architect held the end of the measuring tape. Keep walking, he yelled to me In Spanish as the feet rolled out and his cigar fumed. We were standing in pine woods finding the lot for our new home. His …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] A Human Error by Nancy Willard All alone on the sand it stood. A moon snail, big as a peach, shining as if the sea lit it to give the drowned a decent burial. I admired its chalky armor, a house for an anchorite polisted with prayers, …
[col grid=”2-1 first”] [/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Here by Pablo Neruda I came here to count the bells that live upon the surface of the sea, that sound over the sea, within the sea. So, here I live. [/col] Poetry box by Julia Pavone, co-founder and Curator/Director of the Alexey von Schlippe Gallery of Art, at …
[col grid=”2-1 first”][/col] [col grid=”2-1″] Rising waters churn, Tenuous moorings straining… Oblivious storm. [/col] Poetry box and poem by David Madacsi. Following a full academic career in the discipline of physics, University of Connecticut professor emeritus David Madacsi has spent the last ten years actively pursuing an encore career in the visual arts. His creative …