BellumLetters # 23

Victory Blue

BellumLetters # 22

INTO THE WOODS

You were all for leaving; no beauty
contests or pageant queens. The trees
were full of secrets, undisturbed
save for several endangered species.
I wanted to bring my trowel
in a basket, hopeful that digging
might relieve the strain and static
of clinging phone lines. The roof
of the barn smoked, begging for rain.
I raked rows for sowing, dirt
blackened from where you hung
the doe. New greens from these
hewn veins remind us, tasting of coal.

sunday

A whole section devoted to feminist art in The Washington Post:

To get into the show, you have to brush past a 12-foot-tall, blood-red vulva suspended from the ceiling, woven from sisal in the gnarly style of a classic hippie hanging. It's so supremely brash it makes you laugh and squirm at the same time. Many of the female and feminist themes in this show, as well as the simple concentration of them in one place, can leave even fans feeling vaguely squirmy. We're clearly not used to an exhibition that's all woman, all the time, even though we seem to have no trouble with other shows drenched in testosterone -- which would be almost every exhibition that we've ever seen, judging by the warriors and courtesans and macho brushstrokes in their works, and by the males who crafted them.

I've also been reading Lee Ann Brown and Sylvia Plath. Also watching Twin Peaks Season 2.

BellumLetters # 21

Mine Field/Bridle

vortices

BellumLetters # 20

THERE WAS RED WORK IN THE BACKGROUND

Daphnomancy Chapbook

BellumLetters # 19

Which Things Could We Use?

1. Luthier, hook, we should try
to be so hard. String-wound. Coil.

2. All the sewn books go tap tap tap at
the tabernacle door. Rib-swifts. Lung-guards.

3. Threaded jar lip. Tender rips. Dome
of forget-me-not blue. Rotten we.

4. Soldier-love and spark-sparrows
lifting wool where needles fall. Curtain dirty.

5. Monstrous sail eight times folded
to a purse. Cotton-wire crewel.

6. Paneled hilt. A spring-pulled
labyrinth. Hoof-print primed.

7. Vernacular gills web cold tablets, close flaps.
Arrows: little throats stuffed with thread.

April Update

WOMB will be opening for submissions soon. We're currently working on a "mini" summer issue slated to come out in August. At that time, we'll also be publishing our first print chap through our sister project HexPresse. Also, please check out our friend Little Red Leaves. This new, smokin' hot online journal will be launching on Mayday (May 1st). Details about that are coming soon.

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