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mya-speeks's picture
Sep.29.2013
A lacey white training bra Started this  Love hate relationship   Me and my girls  Always threw a fit   First it was My cup size  No greater pressure had been Placed upon the alphabet    It became a symbol of my social significance And my potential educational...
katherine-holmes's picture
Sep.14.2013
Looking at these pictures, they are the ships of summer to me, superb in the port and gone too soon.  The tall ships came to our Duluth harbor for the last weekend of July.  They were going to parade in Thursday at about two in the afternoon.  So I posted my ebay packages downtown at...
farzana-versey's picture
Aug.19.2013
Of all forms of photography, I am drawn most to portraits. Faces. Forms. Expressions. The result is less about technique and more about what that fraction of a second captures. Is it the essence or the superficial? Does it convey more about the photographer than the subject?  Today is World...
kimberly-jean-smith's picture
Jul.18.2013
“Nobody ever gave me the answer I wanted. Nobody ever said, ‘Oh, so beautiful.’” ––Ottessa Moshfegh “Malibu”   In the last few months, I’ve read three stories by Ottessa Moshfegh and Sheila Heti’s novel How Should a Person Be? Each amazed and left me a little terrified. No one, I think, will...
farzana-versey's picture
Jun.03.2013
He still sells. Anger sells. It has buyers. However, are they "Nazi lovers"? A bit simplistic.  You must have already read about the JC Penney tea kettle that looks like Hitler and the reactions to it. They were forced to remove a billboard, but the damage, or publicity, had been done.  Those who...
jennifer-sharpe's picture
Mar.09.2013
Playing tennis without a net is the game for me.   Hey Red Roomers, Just wanted to make a little blog post that shares some information, for those of you who are interested. I've just joined Backspaces, a new online site for sharing images and writing. It's a growing community and there seems...
christopher-meeks's picture
Dec.09.2012
A poem . . . begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness…. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words. —Robert Frost All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. To be natural is to be obvious, and to be obvious is to be inartistic. —Oscar Wilde Some...
annette-talbert's picture
Nov.06.2012
Hmm, happy place today? Each day I try to find one thing that takes me out of the mundane, and brings me a  moment of sheer bliss. I had to drive out to the church to use their fax machine. As I got out of my car, I caught a  brief glimpse of the river sparkling in the bright sunlight. I...
catherine-nagle's picture
Nov.25.2011
My Friend’s Creation   My best photo was imagined and cultivated, and taken by my dear friend Linda D'Angelo, of Buck’s County Pa., from the seeds that had been sown.  She is not a professional photographer, although you might think so after seeing what she created and captured.  She...
farzana-versey's picture
Oct.31.2011
The painting had fallen. Loose. Hook. A woman's face looked up. It was a face I was familiar with from its inception. I was not the artist. Nor the art. I had seen the work before. Somewhere. Then it was with me. Some said it was me. I knew it was not. The yellow hair was not meant to be blonde. It...