“Untitled”

“Untitled” by Brittany Gower

Mixed Media

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“Home Flower”

“Home Flower” by Jessica Carlvale                                 Black and White Photo

 

 

“The Body of Belly Dance”

by Brittany Capozzi (BellaBianca)

“My Digital Print” by Emily Shvarts (digital print, mixed media)

Crisscrossing one foot over the other,

My soles search for the pulse in the ground
Calling for the current.

Once the pulse and I touch
My hips wheel themselves,

Recycle the oxygen,

The breath
Of movement.

“The Dance Studio”

by Nicole Asselin

“Rebirth” by Jake Silins (monotype, CAJ 2010)

This poem first appeared in Curry Arts Journal 2002.

 

Rows of sleepy-faced girls file in

through the door like columns of pink

and black ants, their new pink ballet shoes

squeaking on the polished hardwood floors as

they line up at the barre.

“Autumn Fields”

by Richard Guerra

“Stone Garden” by Ashley Ackerman (ceramic)

“Autumn Fields” first appeared in Curry Arts Journal 2011.

There is no suffering, grieving, or pain

in these autumn fields; there is no pity or shame

I touch with my fingers the cold tingling strands

like the wings of a bird flowing with the land

“Arlington”

by Jonathan Reinhart

“Aging Man” by Scott Halloran (conte crayon on Somerset)

“Arlington” first appeared in Curry Arts Journal 2003.

It must be the flag

draping over his body,

covering the coffin with signs

Of embroidered patriotism;

“Tide’s Turn”

By Nancy Garrison

“Over the Years” by Ashley Buckley (lyrics and beach scene)

“Tide’s Turn” first appeared in Curry Arts Journal 1994.

Few within that charmed company would have understood why I hated Jenny, but I loathed her with the considerable venom of a brooding thirteen-year-old, for Jenny had seduced my father.

Not sexually of course; nothing so overt as that, although there were undercurrents of feeling which I could not then comprehend. But, in an important sense, and in a milieu which we both understood, Jenny had bested me in the manner of women, eyes steady, mano a mano, in an atmosphere of competitiveness which we had absorbed from earliest childhood.