Joetta Maue Artist Statement As an artist I have utilized my daily life as muse; my work inevitably reflects this, therefore, as I became a mother my work explored and continues to explore this complex relationship and landscape. Through motherhood…
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Laura Foley Camden, Maine The winter loons find harbor here, as do I, my child’s child walking slowly with me down the street, her tiny hand like an anchor in mine. She bids hello to water, to sunlight on…
Art by Tereza Buskova – ‘Clipping the Church’ Words by Caitlin Grace McDonnell – ‘Measure of Grace” Tereza Buskova – Clipping the Church In many cultures, even today, new mothers and their infants are subject to a period of…
house ———— hold “House/hold” is part of a research project on women’s position in the western society. It examines the evolution of gender equality in various subjects.“House/ hold” investigates the housework gap and its consequences while it provides an…
Experiencing Mythology in Our Lives An MER VOX Folio Curated by Jennifer Martelli and Cindy Veach In her poem, “Sealskin, to her selkie,” KT Herr writes: . . . . And who will teach us to remember how to…
Martha McCollough On Mother’s Blue Hat High out of reach / netted lacquer cherries tremble and shine / inviting the bees, her perfect children / not us so waspish and barking / busy with accident — thinking the pearls…
Sarah Sousa Hex Mother conceives the sun in the dark hours before morning, grows large, and births the sun at dawn. The promise of the sun, at least, she keeps. The sun is steadfast, we say, crediting it not Mother,…
Jane Poirier Hart How to Iron a Shirt: Lessons for an Imagined Son 1. Start with the collar. Spread it on out on the board, underside up. Press from points to the middle. Turn over. Now press the right…
KT Herr Sealskin, to her selkie Into a middle drawer you tucked me weary & drack–– I feared tearing grew rank, patient & cracked along the fold like spent leather nestled among the t-shirts. How you itch strangely-clad in…
Jennifer Franklin Eurydice in Hades I thought it would be dark, tucked into the earth like so many fighting seeds. But there is light enough to see my body, its fissures— collectors of secrets. There is light enough to…