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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: AUCTIONS.. POETRY & PROSE.. Eileen.. Downes.. P O E T R Y P R O S E.. Her Mark 2004 Release Party & Reading - 10/19/03.. Sonnet for a Good Mood.. Allison Joseph.. 2003.. How funky can I be in fourteen lines;.. how thick a groove can I lay down right here?.. How bad can my ass be in these confines--.. ten syllables each time seems so severe.. I'll shape this  ...   I'll make this sonnet sweat, act unrefined,.. just like your drunken aunt who loves to cheer.. her favorite Smokey song.. This poem's fine.. as his falsetto.. Man, I'm without fear.. as I strut down this page, rhythm entwined.. with confidence.. The beat's what I revere.. So watch now how I spin it at the end:.. hands up, strut on, your psyche on the mend.. Oct.. 21, 2003.. Site Design & Maintenance by..

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    Descriptive info: Bushra.. Chaudry.. Documentation - 7/20/03.. For Mom.. July 8, 2003.. Stephanie Erickson.. Nights are long when you're five years old and.. your Mom's at work wearing the apron.. she brings home full of silver coins and crumpled bills.. Under sickly, yellow light you wait at the kitchen table,.. a tablet of pulpy paper in front of you,.. a thick, black pencil squeezed between chubby fingers.. Because you miss her,.. Because you're too scared to sleep,.. Because you want to,.. You write.. Soon as she's through the door.. you thrust the scrawled page  ...   a coke from the fridge, uncaps it, takes a swig.. Drags out a chair, sits down.. Lights her cigarette and takes a long, heavy draw--.. She looks at your paper.. By now you've forgotten about the paper and are busy stacking coins,.. their metallic stink staining your fingers,.. and cool, ridged edges forming the walls of castle towers.. Mom pushes a spout of gray smoke out the corner of her mouth,.. its wisps float up and disappear.. Without looking away from the page she says,.. "This is wonderful sweetheart.. You're a poet.. "..

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    Descriptive info: Anne.. Taft.. Harbinger Doves Filled the Evergreens.. In honor and loving memory of Dr.. Charles Tinkham, most cherished believer in poems and of the madness of life and nature, January 26, 2003.. Lauren R.. Mathews.. I suspected something had been undone.. When my husband came home.. Craving solitude,.. My dog stopped talking to me.. And the cat woke up and sat staring.. Through the open door of my study.. For more than an hour.. I just didn't think you had died.. One week prior,.. The moon sunk.. Into a million-mile ring.. Brightly shining aventurine blue.. Like your iris under Calumet's.. Windowpane of poetry,.. Or the bottle cap on your soda.. With you always, slushing along.. Down the halls of academia while you smiled,.. Said "hello" to all, especially to students.. Who knew nothing about you, and cared little.. Of the  ...   I had been dining.. With two of your colleagues.. The newspaper wrote.. That it happened on Friday.. And that you left behind 24 grandchildren.. To fill your gentle, flower friendly footsteps.. They thought you would never die.. Neither did the trees,.. Whose melancholy and humility.. Went unexplained for days before that phone call.. All the birds, housed in grieving firs, went silent.. Except for the doves.. Who chattered all day and all night.. Cooing and flapping, jumping branches.. Like messengers handing off batons.. Of knowledge we humans can't.. Or refuse to see.. Yet I knew something happened.. With all those feathers.. Flapping around day and night.. While the rest of them--.. Those non-perceptive, egocentric jays and cardinals--.. Buckled into their down, afraid of the ice and snow.. Afraid that if life's winter had actually claimed you.. Then why not them too?..

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    Descriptive info: Cathy.. Heno Suffel.. Weather Report.. Susanna Lang.. It has been raining for a long time.. It is still.. raining.. Rain is forecast for the rest of the week.. and into the weekend.. There is an eclipse tonight,.. but we will have to take it on faith.. The voice on.. the radio warns us to watch for standing water on area.. expressways.. No one warned the tulips, their petals.. dog-eared by rain.. I warn my son not to walk in that.. puddle but he does, the water a light on his face as.. he turns himself away..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Pamela.. Callahan.. Her Mark 2003 Release Party & Reading - 10/20/02.. Introduction.. WMG.. 2002.. Her Mark 2003.. Her Mark 2003 Datebook.. Contributing Her Mark 2003 artists and poets, their friends, family and fans gathered from all corners of the country to celebrate the publication of WMG's third annual Her Mark Datebook on Sunday, October 20, 2002.. Her Mark seemed to come alive as poets read their work to a full and enthusiastic house.. An added bonus this year was seeing the datebook artwork on display in the Gallery.. A warm thanks to all who attended and made this an especially festive occasion! Also, special thanks to our designer, Jeanne Nemcek of 4439 Design for her efforts and talents.. Forty artists and poets from across the country (and Wales!) are featured in this year's HER MARK 2003 datebook.. Poetry Jurors Lucy Anderton, Krystal Ashe, Tara Betts and Anida Yoeu Esguerra, selected twenty poets from 162  ...   Helen Schneider (WI), Joyce E.. Young (CA), Sarah Zale (CA), and Andrena Zawinski (CA).. Art Jurors Janet Bloch and Pamela Callahan selected twenty artists from 198 entrants: Janet Allinger (CA), Patricia Biesen (IL), Laurel Garcia Colvin (NY), Judy Cooperman (NY), Rosemary DiNardo (IL), Julia Fosson (CT), Cindy Goodrich (MA), Jennifer Maria Harris (CA), Lisa Hohlfeld (MO), Carol Hopper (NV), Lois Keller (IL), Mary King (IL), Ginny Krueger (IL), Sonja Kruitwagen (IL), Janet McKenzie (VT), Jamie Niess (IN), Juanita Richeson (CA), Catherine Stack (WI), Lari Washburn (IL), and Elly Wilder (IL).. To read select poems from the Her Mark 2003 Datebook, return to the main.. POETRY & PROSE PAGE.. To see images from the Her Mark 2003 Datebook, go to the.. Her Mark 2003 Exhibition Page.. To read about future editions of the datebook, including information on the artwork and poetry competitions (entry deadlines are in May 2003), go to the.. Special Events Page.. 25, 2003..

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    Descriptive info: Bonnie.. Bisbee.. Earth / Taste.. Helen Schneider.. In the spring, dig up the earth with a spade.. Break up clods with your.. hands.. Smell the wet, rich odor of plants decomposed and now.. become something else.. Rake the dirt smooth and mark rows for.. lettuce and spinach seeds.. Put in onion sets.. Take a break and look at.. the daffodils and grape hyacinths blooming on the other side of the yard.. In the early summer, saute dandelion greens in butter.. Savor the.. sharp flavor, the taste of late spring.. Plant tiny carrot seeds and.. square beet seeds.. Lay down straw mulch.. the clouds or make a drawing of iris flowers.. In the high summer, pick  ...   summer, slice tomatoes from your friend's garden.. Eat.. them with her mother's homemade mayonnaise.. Or eat them plain,.. sun-warmed and juicy, tasting like a mix of earth and sun.. Take a.. break and swim.. In the fall, harvest carrots, beets and onions.. Preserve them.. Saute.. the beet greens and eat them with goat cheese.. Taste the deepening.. flavors, denser and fuller.. Spread manure over the garden.. break and sit in the sun on your deck.. In the winter, cut up carrots, beets, onions, parsnips and a rutabaga.. Add garlic.. Drizzle with olive oil.. Bake, covered, for an hour.. Eat by.. candlelight.. Taste the earth, now covered with snow.. This is a break.. Look at seed catalogs..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Bobbi.. Meier.. First Kiss.. Cecilia Hae-Jin Lee.. Underneath that hollow street lamp.. In the middle of some public space.. But in the most private of places.. The wet messiness.. Of someone else's mouth.. On my waiting lips.. Was almost more than.. My adolescence could handle..

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    Descriptive info: Phyllis.. Gillie Jaffe.. Polka.. Gale Czerski.. When desire's demands hover over my heart, threatening to.. choke my soul, it is you, Grandmother, dancing across the.. ballroom, forcing your urgent tempo into the polka, who.. shoves away my burden.. Your Ginger Roger legs stomp and whirl, outlasting all.. those boys, until the one who firms your pace interrupts--.. but it is you, Grandmother,  ...   song--it is.. you, Grandmother, your perpetual motion, your darting.. circles, who liberates me.. So when desire's demands hover over your heart, threatening.. to smother your spirit, see me, Grandmother, dancing.. opposite you, choreography mirroring choreography: our.. black halos whirling to our own drummer as we circle our.. space, outlasting all those boys.. See me, grandmother, so often alone, your own dervish soul..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Aida.. Emart.. The Secret Thoughts of an Iraqi Woman.. Melysha Sargis.. The sun seeps sorrow.. Faded lips tread land lines.. your face a road map marked by land lines.. on the backdrop of an infinite desert.. Your hands weep the misbaha*.. as it circles a furious awe of your foundation.. So you wind a myriad of sandstorms.. the assembly of ancestors meeting offspring.. each stammer an Iraqi heartbeat Silenced.. Your scarf hisses gently on hospital grounds.. to the tedious routine of death.. You squat on dirtied floors then take turns-.. Look at child.. Stare out window.. Look out window.. Stare at child.. The glass contains a mystery.. It  ...   childhood possibilities the relentlessness of youth.. Children do not die in the window.. School yards are not bombed.. and food is a reality.. Here life is simple.. You rise.. You pray.. You eat.. You sit on the front steps and greet neighbors as they stroll by.. You beat the drum at weddings until your heart sleeps.. then go home to tea.. You recall these days as your own skin.. They were an eternity ago.. Each bead is a year gone by waiting for the next.. There is something in this glass.. soiled reminders of a time long-passed.. You rise slowly.. to quietly draw the drapes.. *misbaha: Muslim prayer beads..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: The Political Woman - 9/29/02.. An Introduction.. WMG.. Confrontational, tragic, and certainly heartfelt, the Political Woman Poetry Reading on Sunday, September 29, 2002 was hosted by TARA BETTS, co-founder of Women OUTLOUD Open Mic, and featured readings by KATHERINNE BARDALES, EDITH BUCIO, MARS GAMBA-ADISA CAULTON, DR.. DURIEL HARRIS, SELLY THIAM and KELLY TSAI.. Amidst the artwork from the.. Political Woman Show.. , readers recited poetry, read short fiction, and sang about the places where family, love, sex, war, racism, history, and gender collide with the personal and the political.. Dec.. 28, 2002..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Black Mary.. Kelly Tsai.. I have come to see the black Mary.. After a morning of little rest.. And premonitions that I could do without.. A chocolate croissant breaks apart in my lap.. Hands limp, I shut my eyes scrounging for sleep.. And my water bottle rolls across the floor.. Towards the elderly Catalan woman knitting.. During her weekly trip north to Montserrat.. The train pushes away from Barcelona.. Where green parrots, pigeons, and sea gulls.. Cross flight patterns and snatch at the same food.. From city to countryside, graffiti murals expose colors.. Like huge cut open pieces of forbidden fruit.. Turisme = terrorisme.. Esta la zona anti-faixista.. Al-Qaeda son nos padres.. We head towards the border.. Where Catalunya and Pais Basco.. Overlap their discontent.. Fighting forever to be honored.. Simply and sacredly as themselves.. With heathen American diseased eyes.. A mountaineer's vision climbing high into the atmosphere.. He saw her image sharper and more concrete.. In the thinning air with every step closer to God.. I want to touch this dark woman.. Who convinced light-skinned Spainards.. To build a shrine in praise of her.. Who did not have to fight for the fact.. That she was worthy of worship,.. Pilgrimage, and monument.. That the source of all mercy and compassion.. Confidently swells in the small of her hands..  ...   immortalized, stare at me with oil-painted eyes.. In a way that I have learned to anticipate, but don't like getting used to.. The same way people look at me hard in the barris of the city.. Or the Liberians, Pakistanis, Moroccans, and Filipinos.. Who huddle together in the Raval,.. Busy building their spaces for halal butchers and barbers,.. Selling scarves and bootleg CD's to tourists,.. Bored prostitutes sitting on milk-crates in ancient stone squares,.. A Catalunyan friend asks me.. What is this thing?.. What does it mean to be white?.. He shrugs his shoulders.. And insists that this is an American idea.. There is no such thing in Spain.. There are fascists and anarchists and neo-Nazis,.. But no white people, there is no such thing.. The Moroccans and Africans are different.. They are poor and Muslim and lazy.. They take the jobs.. There is no space for them here.. Like the gypsies, they only cause crime.. You know these kind of people.. The present fact of me being American.. Is stronger to him.. Than thousands of years of my ancestry,.. He allows me into this conversation,.. And I'm not sure that I want to be.. Waiting in line to touch her,.. I feel tired, sick, and unbelieving,.. With my heathen American diseased eyes.. Because I am hoping for a miracle..

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