Lisa Creech Bledsoe
These three small mixed-media paintings showed up in my studio carrying bright October skies, cotton-candy pinks, spinning leaves, looping lines, and the unmistakable feeling of lights coming on at the county fair. I’ve been calling them Bumper Cars, Carousel, and Tilt-A-Whirl. They are all 4×6,...
april is: a poem a day for national poetry month
Give Me ThisAda LimónI thought it was the neighbor’s cat backto clean the clock of the fledgling robins lowin their nest stuck in the dense hedge by the housebut what came was much stranger, a liquiditymoving all muscle and bristle. A groundhogslippery and waddle thieving my tomatoes stillgreen in...
antidem
I wouldn’t say that Joy and I are very close friends, but for a long while – from my later college years until I left California – we ran in the same social circles and saw each other fairly often. A friend of a friend, you could say; we’ve been happy enough to see each other whenever we have, but...