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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: AUCTIONS.. POETRY & PROSE.. Kathleen.. Waterloo.. P O E T R Y P R O S E.. It's About Time - 09/09/12.. The Night of Traveling Stars.. Ariana Nadia Nash.. 2012.. Time has told me stories of growing orchids, and I have.. asked her to sit next to me awhile.. She has held my hand.. while I told her stories of Japanese maples changing.. with the seasons, twisting as love grows, and of the tide.. pulling out and revealing a sky of starfish  ...   sat buried in a vast moonlit field for years.. and saw the roar of oceans in the rippling wheat.. She.. told me about this solitude, and about broken shells and.. stars projecting themselves millions of years into the future,.. how they’re her brothers and sisters.. Time has told me.. about her family.. She has grown around me and let her.. orchids die.. I have asked time to sit beside me and be quiet.. for awhile.. March 5, 2013.. Site Design & Maintenance by..

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    Descriptive info: Claudia.. Kleefeld.. The Swing.. JoAnn Balingit.. My son says Push me harder.. Push me a lot and I try.. To remember laughing on the swing.. my father roped to the grapefruit tree.. But all I get is the sad seat the RFK-is-dead.. seat twisting my toes crying in the dust.. My-cat-escaping-from-my-brother’s-car-.. at-a-phone-booth seat.. Where I swung in gasps for my parents.. alive one  ...   Myra ran away.. Dead and gone or not I had.. Kools any old time I wanted and Mateus but.. What was I doing packing my albums.. to live with the ex-addict girl and her dull.. Family who hated cats who did not allow.. cats? Because of their dogs—Oh I love them.. Love them I beamed.. pulling him back, pushing him with all my might..

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    Descriptive info: Janet.. Bloch.. The Thing about Days.. Angela Torres.. is that they must be repeated.. Each morning the sepia ring.. must be rinsed from the chipped cup,.. the body’s arc smoothed.. from twisted sheets.. Routine is what mystics.. fashion into prayer—a straw.. broom brushed across dry leaves,.. dust, the endless shifting snow.. Somewhere in Tibet, a monk.. weaves baskets from fronds,.. filling his midnight cave.. The village is seven days..  ...   he builds a pyre of what.. thorn-torn fingers wrought,.. watches it rise in plumes and ash.. In Ghana, a clerk cancels stamps.. at a desk.. The uniform clings.. to his bowed spine.. A fan.. slices air into wedges of heat.. The clerk’s pile is poured.. into canvas bags—words.. to smoke, materialized.. in invisible hands.. Daylight comes,.. they bow their heads again—.. one to wind-bent reeds,.. another, to paper wings..

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    Descriptive info: Fran.. Bull.. samsonite.. Stefania Gomez.. Five years old,.. with curls like gumball machines.. summoned from polyester-stitched bears.. taken by metal claw to their Creator.. in her church’s curbside vending machine.. Cherub cheeks and few teeth,.. she waited, in fear.. of what would sever.. her connection to heaven,.. for her hair lived in the sky.. It inched in shivers..  ...   pearly candles.. Non-religious Jew.. with a Jew-fro for religion,.. she saw a hell in those shears.. and when her tethers to God.. fell to linoleum like newborn wrens,.. the world folded open.. in the sliced ends of her nimbus cloud.. her tears dried and missed her hands,.. hair combed now,.. her feet brushed the blessed locks beneath them..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Karen.. Rechtschaffen.. Poets Who Open Doors - 07/22/12.. 1.. An Introduction.. There are people who work tirelessly to create opportunities for other artists and writers to get their work out in front of the world – the editors, curators and people who staff arts organizations.. Although some are better known for opening doors, many of these  ...   opportunity to get to know the poetry of several such women.. Featured readers included Kristy Bowen (dancing girl press), Shanny Jean Maney (the Encyclopedia Show), Jennifer Karmin (Red Rover Series), Emily Rose Kahn–Sheahan (Mental Graffiti, Real Talk Live), Johanny Vázquez Paz (Palabra Pura, Guild Complex), and Susan Yount (Arsenic Lobster, Chicago Poetry Bordello).. Sep.. 16, 2012..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: I worked for a boss who wanted sex.. Susan Yount.. I had a box knife in my pocket.. I had a tape machine, door card, staple remover.. I had nails that curled under.. I had chicken wire in the trunk.. I had dreams we had sex.. I worked for a boss who thought I was smart.. I could use a computer, type, sweep, drink whisky.. I drank black coffee rampantly.. I had toenail fungus.. I had bad nail polish.. I drank alcohol with coffee.. I had soda sundaes, ran office machines.. I priced all the wheat.. I worked for a boss who thought we were friends.. I had chipped nail polish.. I coveted sunglasses.. I suffered from a lack of kindness.. I prayed.. I drank beer mostly.. I cleaned office buildings.. I cleaned someone’s shit off a toilet lid.. I stole everything.. I temped for a boss I hated.. I had four hours to call a thousand people.. I tried to be good.. I could use a computer.. I drank coffee, talked eagerly.. I was smart.. I priced health care, had a tape  ...   boss who paid me to pose.. I rarely wore clothes.. I’d lie like tapestry.. I felt each brush stroke.. I was on time.. I cried.. I posed for three hours.. I wore a scrap of polyester.. If I wore anything.. I drank cold coffee.. I sneezed.. I ran or walked quickly.. I worked for a boss who liked to watch me work.. I’d lift five pound bundles for twelve hours.. I wore very little.. It was hot.. I talked.. I drank.. I set up machines.. I felt my bones, everything.. I had never been so broke.. I had never been so wrong.. I took speed.. I had a pattern.. I worked for a boss who took me to lunch as reward.. I thought.. I noticed.. I twisted my hair.. I drank cocktails, felt smart, could use tape.. I could pose.. I had benefits.. I gained ten pounds.. I talked business.. I priced services.. I had manicures.. I wore black shoes.. First published in.. The Jet Fuel Review.. , Spring 2012.. Also included in the chapbook,.. Catastrophe Theory.. , out with Hyacinth Girl Press..

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    Descriptive info: Beatrice.. Fisher.. Skin is an ugly color.. Johanny Vázquez Paz.. Skin is an ugly color,.. mi hijo dice,.. so ugly I have to cover it.. spill ink and let the pen.. draw me the life I feel inside.. Outside should match.. the stories residing in my scalp.. No más tatuajes, mi’jo, no más.. Abuela.. won’t reconized you,.. your.. tías.. will blame Chicago,.. prima.. will try to get one.. They’ll say you’re a bad example.. Skin needs to be painted,.. draw flowers in its lonely surface,.. twist and turn the hand with a needle,.. calligraphy the names of the spirits.. that walk with me in the dark.. You will  ...   good girl will never marry you.. Skin is so boring,.. you need to plant a tree to see it grow,.. point out to the lie hiding on li(f)e,.. carved some lemons in the hand.. to make lemonade in the drought.. If it was only you and I,.. if the society wouldn’t have written in stone.. the rules for success and fortune.. If.. la familia.. wouldn’t expect you to inherit.. more than the blood that bind us.. under that skin you so eagerly want to change.. maybe my worries would subsided.. and I would also get me one.. a.. tatuaje.. with your name.. very close to my heart.. 24, 2012..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Martha.. Zackey.. from.. The Care and Feeding of Mermaids.. Kristy Bowen.. Forget what you know about women.. About circumference.. No one really loves the travel as much as they love the traveler.. The sound of the foot at the door.. She’ll never have children, or bake, or know the constellations as well as you’d imagine.. Her stories will keep you awake.. How she and her sister built castles from dixie cups and then obliterated them.. How the water, the sky, was so blue it made her chest hurt.. Forget what you  ...   clicking of fingers moving over keys, the subtle fluorescent flickering.. Will learn to move about as if swimming, or better, to pretend to swim while treading water.. She won’t mention how she spends her lunch hour on the bathroom floor, tracing the grout with a finger nail and thinking about cities and structures.. A perfect tower made of steel and concrete.. How you could spend your whole life looking for the crack in the exterior and never even find it.. >/p>.. Appeared previously in.. Shipwrecks of Lake Michigan.. (dancing girl press, 2012)..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Diane.. Lang Kelly.. Consumer Culture - 06/03/12.. What do you think of when you think about Consumer Culture? A culture that promotes consumption, a mentality that more is better.. An advertising industry that sells the idea that happiness depends on possession, that what you are and what you have is never enough.. The economic machinery that depends on growth and waste to survive.. In tandem with the "Consumer Culture" gallery exhibit, Lucy Biederman, Kris Bigalk, Coya Paz, Christina Pugh, Kristin LaTour and Andrea Witzke-Slot shared original work that touches on this world of glittering surfaces, symbols and trends as well as the human and environmental impact of Consumer Culture.. Click.. Here.. to listed to the Podcast on WBEZ.. Thank you to Kurt Heintz, WMG's audio recordist who is documenting WMG's poetry events.. About the Poets.. Lucy Biederman.. lives in Chicago.. Her chapbook,.. The Other World.. , is forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press in May.. Her poems are forthcoming in.. Ping Pong.. ,.. Many Mountains Moving.. Gargoyle.. ILK.. , and.. Shampoo.. She holds an MFA in poetry from George Mason University.. She will be a doctoral student in English Literature at the University of Louisiana in Lafayette in fall 2012.. Kris Bigalk.. is the author of the poetry collection.. Repeat the Flesh in Numbers.. (NYQ Books, 2012); her poetry has recently appeared in.. Rougarou.. Silk Road.. Hip Mama.. The New York Quarterly.. In 2010 and 2012, she was awarded Minnesota State Arts  ...   Love, and received a Trailblazer Award for her service to LGBTQ communities.. Christina Pugh.. is the author of.. Restoration.. (Northwestern University Press, 2008) and.. Rotary.. (Word Press, 2004), winner of the Word Press First Book Prize.. Her third book of poems,.. Grains of the Voice,.. is forthcoming from Northwestern University Press in 2013.. She is Associate Professor of English at UIC.. Kristin LaTour.. has two chapbooks,.. Blood.. (Naked Mannequin Press 2009) and.. Town Limits.. (Pudding House Press 2007).. Her poetry has appeared in journals such as.. Fifth Wednesday.. Cider Press.. After Hours.. Pearl.. and is forthcoming in.. dirtcakes.. and.. The Adroit Journal.. Kristin is also very active in the Chicago open-mic scene, reading at Waiting 4 the Bus, Molly Malone's, Fine Arts Building Bashes, and other venues.. Andrea Witzke Slot.. (aka Andrea Witzke Leavey) teaches at UIC and is Associate Editor at.. Rhino Poetry.. as well as the book review editor at.. Fifth Wednesday Journal.. Her work has appeared in such places as.. Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review.. Translation Review.. Written River: A Journal of Eco-Poetics.. Southern Women’s Review.. Chiron Review.. The Pacific Review.. Her first book of poetry,.. To find a new beauty.. , released in 2012 by Gold Wake Press, borrows its title from a line of H.. D.. ’s and explores the perplexing, sometimes terrifying qualities of beauty and desire in our social and natural worlds.. (Image: Lucy Biederman, Kris Bigalk, Coya Paz, Christina Pugh, Kristin LaTour, and Andrea Witzke-Slot)..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Nicole.. Alger.. Barbie Fucked Up My Life.. Not in the usual way.. with her curves and concavities beyond any capacity.. evolution ever cooked up for wasps and ants.. But how she can tantalize young girls as they compare.. their own naked bodies in full length mirrors.. suck in their guts and stick out their chests?.. And not in the way that some girls are so.. tender in their cares that a brother's curiosity.. of what's inside her and his seeking under.. her head, in the cavity hidden at her hip,.. sends them screaming and crying— later.. dreaming of their  ...   hair.. until it frizzed past any blonde's.. understanding, swam them in tiny plastic.. backyard swimming pools, smashed.. their red lips into Ken's dun colored smile.. Like the image of a saint aloft on church walls,.. I saw her on the shelf at the toy store and.. was told, "No.. " She was inappropriate.. the way Erica Jong's novels were.. with their orgasms and areolas,.. hidden away in my mother's nightstand.. She was always just out of reach—.. a candy bar on the top rack at 7-11.. or the answers to word problems.. to hear Kristin LaTour's "Untitled" poem about hoarding..

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  • Title: Woman Made Gallery: Poetry & Prose
    Descriptive info: Mother America.. I.. Mother America did not breast-feed, because it would have spoiled her perfect, grapefruit-sized, tomato-firm breasts.. So her children lived on milk from her cows, spiked with antibiotics, sucked on latex nipples, held on to plastic bottles, thought "this is my mother.. ".. II.. Mother America lives in a trailer on the edge of town, works a minimum-wage job taking money at the gas station.. She knows everyone in town, and they feel sorry for her, an overweight single mom, raising two ungrateful teenage boys.. She hasn't bought herself a new outfit for three years.. Her hair is wild, and she doesn't bother with make-up.. After closing time, she sucks the  ...   a pedicure every week and tips the Vietnamese girl $10, just to keep her loyal.. Mother America has a personal trainer, a nanny, granite countertops.. Mother America is at home even less often than her CEO husband.. Her heels click on the sidewalk, blood-red toenails lined up like prisoners on the edge of her shoes.. IV.. Mother America is angry at her sagging belly, sad breasts, her body loved and bred to ruin, only rubble around the frame of the beauty she once was.. Men built her up, then laid waste to her, and still they come to cling, to suck, to be kissed and pressed to her breast – there there, there there..

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