Streaks

Streaks

I am watching pink streaks lighten the gray dawn, deepening and glowing as the minutes pass above silhouetted firs, brightness glowing from the bottom, skyward. I think about my mother, seated in her chair facing sliding glass doors to the porch,…

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a person alone, under a blanket of “friends”

a person alone, under a blanket of “friends”

And still you longed for someone To give you the kind of love they show in movies The one that doesn’t end with an empty text, One which flows through flowers and Wine bottles pouring at dinner parties. One which sings…

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Lavender

Lavender

Do you understand I destroy every fragment of lavender I touch? I swallow lavender—soak my wrists in lavender. I take the tiny bulbs. I slice them with a wooden blade. I toss them in the bell. I throw them in each…

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Are you my mother?

Are you my mother?

—cried the hatchling, beginning to exhibit seeking behavior. Its mother gone silent because father— Was I, tongue-dry, just dreaming that time she pledged to leave me at the train station if I darted quick for the water fountain? He pronounced me…

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Just a Second

Just a Second

The washer is full of clothes I need to hang up The dryer is broken They need to be hung up before they smell I’ve washed the same load 3 days in a row I said this time would be the…

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Bed Alarm

Bed Alarm

I don’t tremble, but they assume I’m Katherine Hepburn’s kind. We share our Parkinson’s frozen mask, expressionless, involuntary deceit of emotion. My shuffling gait halts while I calibrate my balance, refusing my wife’s arm even as my committee of limbs won’t…

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An Interview with Feminist and Gender Equality Artist Andre Veloux

An Interview with Feminist and Gender Equality Artist Andre Veloux

Andre Veloux is a British artist who currently resides in Princeton, NJ, with his wife and daughter. His artistic work, created entirely from LEGO™, focuses and draws upon feminism, gender equality, and women’s rights. Veloux’s work continually explores how women are…

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The Bliss of Solitude

The Bliss of Solitude

I am in Santa Monica. It is a sunny April day. The temperature is 80 degrees. Perfect beach culture weather. Near the Pier and down Ocean Avenue, the beautiful Pacific view is overrun by the homeless. Mostly men, dressed in t-shirts,…

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