Years ago, I had the privilege of rubbing eyeballs with royalty. Flanked by an impressive retinue of distinguished figure heads, the fair-skinned and curly-haired king stood before a hushed audience at my university and delivered a cultural manifesto on the artist’s role in creating the juxtaposition of political and religious imagery to benefit and protect society.
But I was more interested in his shoes.
A few days after we announced our July Mosaics project, someone left us a tiny confession in the comment box. “When this idea was first posted, wrote Rosanne Osborne, “I admit I was dubious, but it’s been amazing to me how generative the experience has been.”
Paul Chowder is a lonely writer who would have an anthology of poetry to his credit, if he could just get the introduction written and submitted to his editor. It seems, however, that this self-proclaimed “study in failure” cannot. His longtime girlfriend has left him and he is alone in the barn, trying to write […]
Ben Henderson’s new wobble was supposed to be the secret weapon he needed to save his career.
The best in poetry, (and poetic things), this week with Matthew Kreider.
The best in poetry, (and poetic things), this week with Matthew Kreider.
Seventeen poems were submitted for our February prompt of “red, ” and they ranged from a mere hint of blush to an all-out fiery passion of RED. (I’m still fanning myself.)
