Brown House with Multiple Figures and Birds (1939-1942) I must not write about this house those silhouettes that ladder men in stovepipe hats dogs or foxes aerial and subterranean giving chase geese or vultures plunge and soar away, away shadows attack surround or flee this empty house Bill Traylor born enslaved in Alabama freed from that house at twelve to sharecrop raise a family live on Montgomery’s streets scavenge posters and boxes to draw on with pencil and paint in his dotage by the fruit stand or seated in front of a tavern said he was born on April Fool’s Day but he was no fool slept at the shoe store or the funeral parlor when he could or with a daughter buried October 1949 in an unmarked grave I cannot know the pain of living in a place where lynching was as common as cake walks the stench the stain pain he numbed with drink nor the joy he felt discovering paint in his eighties. Still I want to stand at Mount Mariah AME Zion Church his polished tombstone marks his place marks his span THROUGH HIS ART HE LIVES ON. Traylor found a place to rest his bones. Lois Baer Barr Lois Baer Barr is a reading buddy for the Open Books Foundation in Chicago and teaches creative writing in Spanish at Lake Forest College. Her chapbooks of poetry and flash fiction are Biopoesis and Lope de Vega’s Daughter. Twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize, she was a finalist for the Rita Dove Poetry Prize in 2019. Untitled (Man, Woman), ca. 1940–1942. Two fingers pointing, Hello! Hello! Like a cave painting from Jim Crow, a woman, a man, tux and tall hat, evening bag swinging tick-tock on its chain. Like a Rorschach painted on cardboard. So cool to strut a finger dance. So fierce to walk a public spat. Or maybe they’re jazzed-up Blues-ers pointing to God. Kathryn Dohrmann Kathryn Dohrmann has taught for many years in both the Psychology and Environmental Studies Departments at Lake Forest College. Her poems have been published in CALYX, The Chicago Tribune, The A-3 Review, Thema, Turning Wheel: The Journal of the Buddhist Peace Fellowship, and in Collaborative Visions: The Poetic Dialogue Project. She has been a finalist in the WBEZ Illinois Poet Laureate Contest, and a judge for the Midland Authors’ Society annual poetry prize. Construction with Exciting Event, 1939-1942 Men in black chimneysweep hats hearts pounding fingers spread in fear about to be launched into the unknown, child hanging from the tail of confused cat, hyaenas ready to taste blood, one being soon to axe another, blackbird escapes with the olive branch, thrusters ignite with a rumble. Karin Gordon Karin Gordon, who was born in Denmark, has worked as a textile designer in Sweden, Switzerland and New York. After moving to New York, she dreamt that a Swiss artist took her paintbrushes and handed her a bunch of yellow pencils: Now you write. She began writing non-fiction for newspapers and arts organizations. After she heard the British painter Cecil Bacon say he likes poetry because it says a lot in a few words, she turned to poetry. Her poems have appeared in East on Central, Whetstone, Wisconsin Academy Review, Sow’s Ear Poetry Review, Poetica, Snowy Egret, and others. Snake, 1939-1942 Even the snake has room for complaint. Wide mouth open to swallow, its still eye spies us, judging our size, fangs bared. It is black, and thin, and coiled but for a tail, spiked as if testing the dull, orange air; fissures sizzle around its head. A famine sounding in a flat desert, we stand accused and are stilled. Cynthia T. Hahn Cynthia T. Hahn, author of two books of poetry, Outside-In-Sideout (Finishing Line Press, 2011) and Coïncidence(s), a bilingual volume of French and English poems, illustrated by Monique Loubet (alfAbarre, 2014), has been a French professor at Lake Forest College, IL since 1990. She has translated a volume of French poetry, as well as nine novels and short stories by French, Algerian and Lebanese authors.
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Judith Kaufman
3/13/2020 11:24:09 am
Kudos!! Wonderful project, wonderful poetry!
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Kathryn
3/25/2020 01:34:51 pm
Thank you for your support of the arts and our poetry!
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