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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: AUCTIONS.. POETRY & PROSE.. Janet.. Bloch.. P O E T R Y P R O S E.. Public/Private - 02/03/2013.. 1.. An Introduction.. 2013.. “From the exploding popularity of reality television and celebrity culture to the U.. S.. government's ever-growing presence in our homes, schools, and community spaces through Patriot Act-sanctioned surveillance, the twenty-first century has seen enormous shifts in cultural and political conceptions of what is considered private and what is considered public, both  ...   and what is unseen; known and unknown; public and private.. How do these shifts manifest in our daily lives? Who is most affected and why? How do poets address these changes, whether through illuminating, embracing or actively working against them?".. Curated by Nina Corwin and documented by audio recordist Kurt Heintz, featured readers included Shevaun Brannigan, CM Burroughs, Sandra Marchetti, Carrie McGath, Tyler Mills, and Naomi Buck Palagi.. March 5, 2013.. Site Design & Maintenance by..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Elzbieta (Elka).. Kazmierczak.. A Beginning in the Voice of Einstein.. Tyler Mills.. Imagine the earth being destroyed like a nova.. Imagine a document of meaning: a silvered box,.. a signature, a map tidied with a pencil.. Imagine a man talking beside you.. who stops to scoop some dirt with one hand.. Imagine this man standing and offering you.. his balance bowl of blackness.. Imagine bombing a town in paper squares.. printed with one warning.. Imagine opening  ...   bank vaults.. blown open.. Imagine mailing your mother a photograph.. of a lone gray figure kneeing the air.. Imagine imagining.. the pink wheels of light, the shudder, again & again.. the gunner shouting inside a glass case.. Imagine a forbidden name, like God.. Imagine finding two masks—green in the mouth—.. swinging from two ropes in a tree.. Imagine hanging.. a white curtain behind a table with pins.. First appeared in.. Poetry Northwest 8.. 1.. (Spring/Summer 2012)..

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    Descriptive info: At the Aquarium.. Shevaun Brannigan.. My mother stands in front of the shark tank, then sits.. Her legs are tired.. Blue casts over her face from the water.. Her hair has turned silver as the school of fish that circles.. around the tank.. Two of her teeth are missing.. Other teeth.. will not grow in their place.. She is unlike a shark, in that way.. When the hammerhead appears, my mother looks like.. a child.. She points, then clasps her hands together.. Her eyes.. follow the shark around the tank, its slow rotation.. to stay alive.. My mother’s heart is calming from her walk.. up the  ...   the shark disappears into the dark depths of the tank,.. she grows restless.. The sea turtle will not appease her.. To promise her the shark will return is to tell her.. I forgive her for the past—a truth she won’t believe.. I sit, eventually, realizing we will be here for a while.. At least until we see the hammerhead again, at least until.. she can walk all the way to the exit.. The sign says.. hammerheads can see 360 degrees around them.. Here everything is the same circle.. When her shark swims in to view, she gasps.. I see other teeth dying like coral.. March 30, 2013..

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    Descriptive info: Pamela.. Callahan.. Lipstick Crosses.. for Grandmother Alice Woods-Kirtley.. Carrie McGath.. A five-letter word for Joy?.. Bliss.. , you think.. It fits.. You set down the crossword puzzle.. and re-apply red lipstick.. Lawrence Welk will be on soon.. You think of your husband, gone.. You wish he was here with you,.. complimenting your lipstick, rouge,.. your aristocratic vocabulary.. I am a little girl sitting in your bedroom.. I see a photo of your husband,.. my grandfather, staring into me.. I never met  ...   A soldier.. My fingers covered in pink.. smudge color onto my little girl cheeks.. I feel beautiful and make a canopy.. Bedsheets tent me inside,.. the ends of the sheets tucked.. inside a drawer.. They tent.. I sit.. The sound of sequins calls me.. to the living room.. Yes, Mr.. Welk is here.. I want to be those women.. who live in gowns and makeup.. and so do you.. Our envy tenses in the room,.. shaking the knick knacks.. March 6, 2013..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Cathy.. Heno Suffel.. The Washing.. for Scott.. Sandra Marchetti.. 2012.. Curved like mollusks’ shells,.. milk-white with golden ribbing,.. our spines slope to the sink;.. we bow over the warmed water.. I curl toward the basin,.. as to pray, as to be cleaned.. The washrag fills and falls,.. water slipping down your hands and  ...   and let the water run.. against my chin, my neck.. Drying my eyes,.. you dip the cloth back in.. and take it for yourself,.. hold it against your skin,.. cool and wet, you sigh.. *This poem previously appeared in Sandra Marchetti’s chapbook,.. The Canopy.. , available from Midwest Writing Center Press.. March 13, 2013..

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    Descriptive info: Beatrice.. Fisher.. this time.. Naomi Buck Palagi.. the armada of clouds which marched across the giant sky for two days straight has slowed.. it is blue sky now, the sun shining brilliant pink on the heavy underbellies of the remaining ships, the “peace-keeping” tankers.. they will stay here, circling slowly, now in sight, now blissfully far away, but always to return.. the moon, even, has been co-opted, though you can see by its battered face it put up a good fight.. when there is ground beneath and a thick layer of surveillance above and you hover on the fourth floor in between, it can at times be  ...   another pile.. of rocks that we carry.. allowed to pass through.. our hammers do not ring as they strike rock.. our chains do not clink.. the songs we raise up fall wounded to the ground.. only.. and drop on another pile.. are allowed to pass through.. sometimes, the tankers pass in front of the moon’s face, and in that brief moment before she is fully in view again, you can glimpse her, sorrowful, before she hardens back to rock.. a riot is more than its sound.. a voice is more than air.. when compressed between a necessary earth and an oppressive sky, breath will eventually convert to energy..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Claudia.. Kleefeld.. Words Made to Occupy - 11/11/2012.. In the spirit of Lucile Clifton, this reading is meant to "comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.. " Join six remarkable poets who occupy words, never as a polemic but always toward truth-telling, for a memorable afternoon of words made to occupy.. Curated  ...   and talk about how and why they approach poetry to be used on and off the page.. Featuring Poet & Spoken Word Artist Tiff Beatty, Poet & Visual Artist Krista Franklin, Poet & Text Artist Jill Magi, Poet & Slam Winner Marty McConnell, Poet & Performance Artist Jamila Woods, and Poet Valerie Wallace..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Judy.. Cooperman.. The Poem Stays.. Valerie Wallace.. Abortions will not let you forget.. Gwendolyn Brooks.. When she wrote about the damp small pulps.. in 1945, it was her first book,.. and she was black, twenty, small.. And she was a woman.. The editor said, Miss Brooks, please remove this.. poem, and she said, The poem stays.. In those days, editors descended from a long train.. full of men who lived in  ...   to think of them standing in Harper & Brothers,.. her little sheaf inside a warehouse of stacked words.. What is there to say about a poem complete.. in its understanding of what never was.. by a writer who would not be shaped by silence.. Of two people in a dim room, one in white.. shirtsleeves, one adjusting her hat before she steps.. out to the sidewalk and squints up at the sun..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Carolyn K.. Bellis.. It's About Time - 09/09/12.. Early or late, young or old, past and present.. Time engulfs and carries us by seconds, centuries and increments between.. If we can’t keep up, we fall behind.. We are influenced by history, from what came before for better or worse.. We are told that if we don’t learn from it, we’ll repeat it.. Our aspirations, goals, even our fears for the future color our futures.. We think of time as crawling, racing or breathing down our necks.. We take time, waste time, give our time.. People say “act your age,” speak of that which is timeless or slipping away.. Time is the matrix through which we move: that for everything there is a season and the times, they are a-changing.. Featured readers included JoAnn Balingit, Stefania Gomez, Ariana Nadia Nash, Erika Mikkalo, Lynn Pattison, Keli Stewart, and Angela Torres.. About the Poets.. JoAnn Balingit.. is the author of.. Your Heart and How It Works.. , and.. Forage.. , winner of the Whitebird Chapbook Prize.. Her poems appear in.. Best New Poets.. ,.. DIAGRAM.. Smartish Pace.. PoetsArtists.. Salt Hill Journal.. and.. Verse Daily.. JoAnn served as guest editor for Delaware Poetry Review’s Summer 2012 issue.. Appointed Delaware's poet laureate in 2008, JoAnn teaches poetry for schools, detention centers and non-profits.. She coordinates Delaware's Scholastic Writing Awards for students, grades 7-12.. I'm Stefania Gomez.. , an incoming Senior at University of Chicago high school.. I'm a spoken word poet and placed seventh in individual finals at this year's Louder Than A Bomb teen poetry festival.. This spring, I was also honored to work with Regina Taylor and several other talented young women poets in the Yolanda Project to workshop her play Crowns, playing  ...   Blood Is Singing.. , which is forthcoming from Chicago's Damask Press.. She is the recipient of a Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Prize and a MacDowell Colony residency.. Her work most recently appeared in.. The Mom Egg.. Rock & Sling.. , and is forthcoming from.. The Journal for Compressed Creative Arts.. Ariana is a very recent transplant to Chicago, and Illinois will be the fifth state she'll call home, after California, Pennsylvania, North Carolina, and Hawaii.. Lynn Pattison's.. poems have appeared in.. The Notre Dame Review.. Heliotrope.. Rhino.. Controlled Burn.. Rattle.. Atlanta Review.. , among others, and been anthologized in several collections.. Twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize, she is the author of two chapbooks: tesla's daughter (March St.. Press, 2005) and Walking Back the Cat (Bright Hill Press, 2006) and the book, Light That Sounds Like Breaking (Mayapple Press, 2006).. Keli Stewart’s.. work has appeared in.. Quiddity.. Meridians.. Warpland: A Journal of Black Literature and Ideas.. Hip Mama.. On Becoming.. Calyx.. among other journals.. She received artist fellowships from Hedgebrook, where she was awarded the 2010 Adrienne Reiner Hochstadt Award, and the Augusta Savage Gallery’s Arts International Residency Program.. She is also the recipient of the 2010 Gwendolyn Brooks Poetry Award from the Illinois Center of the Book, Emerging Writers Competition.. Her first manuscript is forthcoming from Benu Press.. Angela Narciso Torres.. completed her MFA from Warren Wilson and received a Ragdale fellowship in 2010.. Her recent work is available in.. Cimarron.. Colorado.. Crab Orchard.. Cream City.. North American Reviews.. , and in the anthology,.. A Face to Meet the Faces: An Anthology of Contemporary Persona Poetry.. Her first book manuscript was named finalist in the Crab Orchard, Philip Levine and Brittingham/Pollak Poetry Prize contests.. She serves as an editor for.. RHINO..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Ruth.. Eckstein.. A stitch in time.. Lynn Pattison.. For instance, falling off the cliff sews up one life and begins another, unimagined.. Someone runs a thread through the days, gathering time into haphazard pleats.. Deep in the creases what's real is accordion-bent.. Often there is no thread strong enough to mend a mad-torn life, then.. we are surprised to find that fish line works, or holding the person.. together with our  ...   where I do: one struggles to pull a straight thread;.. the other lays down chain stitching, layer over layer, making of every seam a wall.. Should've called it.. damning.. egg, cursing, for the rage enjambed in each woolen strand.. The part of life I wrap in bundles and tuck away—unembroidered truth.. Tailor birds stitch leaves together, poking fibers through, pulling them out.. the other side.. Feathered sewing machines humming toward the future..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Regina.. Noakes.. Four for Tamms C-Max.. (1).. Shame on man for clear air –.. for cinderblock box block, blocked boxes, boxed by bulls all plain:.. for that to one side a wall to the left a wall to the right a wall;.. matte-flat steel-slot; panopticon with right angles;.. grid manifest and concrete – angle, corner, and.. floor;.. All these crimes committed, convicted, tried.. Nothing but solid matter, boundary, mark (we know you built them).. We brothered-back the stain he carries on his back for all.. Release us.. (2).. Robert writes that he's been there –.. since oh for and that the medication.. is so-much that it is funny;.. 900 mg of Lithium a day.. 0.. 5 mg Risperadale.. Old stone little-pebbles; swallow dry;.. Body thickened water cotton numbed mind – white, opaque, dead, and.. now;.. And some men, their fear a stench gone dry.. And some bloody-handed, standard, only, mundane;.. Specific to purpose, preported (No: there was documentation  ...   The ingenuity demanded of the suicide.. In Outer Space, in a story, a doctor had a surgical machine.. dissect her own arm.. Here we have no such.. clever devices; prisoners' inventions, contraptions, gizmos.. You can make a knife from any item that is longer than it is wide, such as.. rulers.. toothbrushes.. spoons.. Where to put it,.. you decide.. (4).. Heal us oh Ghost up in the sky –.. an imaginary friend for grown-ups,.. but beggars can't be.. I can't be rehabilitating here –.. early on, they say that they're going to rehabilitation ya, they're going to make you better than what ya are – but now.. we are held, crated, forgotten, forgot why.. I'm here.. It's been ten years:.. was someplace else, first.. (They told me why.. It was: a hot night), but came here.. I do wrong things for the reward of contact: you feel something if you.. can feel pain.. If they punish you.. you exist..

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