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. Continue reading
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 Continue reading
by Tina Gaynor (Mahoney Maxwell)
“From Under the Hat” by Candace Cobuzzi, (CAJ 2010)
“The Leaf” first appeared in Curry Arts Journal 1994.
It is one of many in its place
but each is different,
with many colors hiding what
The long cold nights surround
this delicate leaf.
Its innocence doesn’t know
what the warm sun has hidden. Continue reading
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; Continue reading
by Kathryn Barry
“Summer Bliss” by Kaitlynn McNeill (digital print, mixed media)
“My Cape House” first appeared in Curry Arts Journal 2006.
Crossing the threshold of my youth
I am swathed in the comforting scent of stale mildew.
It has gone unoccupied for months,
my Cape house. Continue reading
By Dan Kessel
“Origami Book” by Sasha Gilbert (mixed media artist’s book)
A vortex of grinding gumption gearing to get out,
In the very depths of my being, a tune rings about,
Like an honest man with a righteous cause,
Charging in without the slightest pause,
Marching down upon the shoulders of war,
Pounding rhythmically through every corridor, Continue reading
by Brittany Capozzi
“Red Riding Hood” by Samantha Carr (black and white photo)
Do you remember that picture
of you and me two weeks after
Janet died? Mom took us to the park.
Your arms held my legs from
pumping on the swing.
Dear old Ms. Misery.
Do you remember March of ’05,
when I lost dad
for three minutes to a seizure?
You enveloped me with sheets of worry.
Yes, that was you,
Ms. Misery. Continue reading
by Megan Shea
I hear the thump, thump, thump.
I sense the closing in of walls
and my head fighting the darkness
that wants to embody me.
I fight the thump, thump, thump.
I fight the darkness looming. Continue reading
By Michael Grady
“A Second Glance” by Ashley Buckley (drawing)
Stagger, catch and flee!
to bound the fallen tree
alight to the other foot—
and notice the fleeting second
of balance neither here nor there
continuing in bounding stride
sprinting fleet of foot;
the shock and awe of life
omnipresent in adrenaline
courses through veins hot
like white-hot shells through air Continue reading