Author: Phoebe Literature

On Stalking The Apostle Paul

Heikki Huotari Heikki Huotari in a past century attended a one-room school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower. He’s a retired math professor and has published poems in numerous...

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An Ode Derailed

Cady Favazzo O, Grape-Nuts!                 or more                  truthfully:                                   the store brand:                    ...

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HELLO

Luciana Arbus-Scandiffio With my dress made of picnic blankets I set out for the tundra. I put on my clogs,my suit of gathered hairs. The coins collect in the crags outside and I collect...

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The Greyhound in Repose

John Dudek It’s true you didn’t do this, didn’t breed in the long limb and overbuilt joints that deny the hardwood any give, that fold the dog like a yarn swift. It was built not for comfort...

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Fruit

Jen Stewart Fueston When this began, you dreamedI owned a clay bowl & I told you how at night,the glow of the kitchen apples meant something to me like desire,their scarlet skins spent in a...

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Chronicle

by featured artist Olga Nenazhivina New YorkMedium: ink on paper Fish Medium: ink on paper I work in all mediums, but mainly ink and paper. These media are natural materials with live energy....

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Nonlinear Dubuque

by featured artist Christopher Paul Brown Untitled, Diesel Fuel TankDigital camera, Photoshop, archival inkjet pigment on Hahnemhule canvas The series Nonlinear Dubuque focuses on the city of...

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Scientific Illustrator Falls in Love with Printmaking

by cover artist Carrie Carlson  Robin’s NestMedium: Linoleum block print & watercolor As a scientific illustrator, I am inspired to celebrate the synergy of art and science through...

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Beautiful Mother

 Jody Rae It’s a party hosted by people in my old neighborhood, so that should have been my first clue. I bring the girls, against my better judgment, but I want to see old faces, and it has...

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Home Economics

Mary Kate McGrath  On the first day of senior year, I woke up to chanting. My mother sat cross-legged on a prayer rug in the kitchen.  “Hello morning child,” she said, eyes closed. She now...

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