As a child, I didn’t know what to make of my mother’s wild brush strokes. She didn’t title this painting, so the subject is a mystery.
Author: Jackie
Hay Castle, Home of a Self-Made King
Next time you visit Wales, be sure to stroll by Hay Castle, the one-time home of Richard Booth (1938-2019), self-proclaimed King of Hay-on-Wye. His title
In Which I Try to Leave My Husband, But Cannot Find the Words
Jabberwocky-style poem by Jackie Craven, from The Massachusetts Review.
Stopping by the Columbarium on a Sunny Afternoon
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Venus and the Half-Shell
Two views of Venus, one from the Renaissance, and one from the 20th century. Both tell a story about manufactured beauty.
OUR LIVES BECAME UNMANAGEABLE
Winner of the Omnidawn Fabulist Fiction Award ~ Comical and strange, yet heartbreakingly familiar ~ A surrealistic collage of linked tales by Jackie Craven
Lobster for Lunch
Ekphrastic poem by Jackie Craven
What the Monkey Says
Ekphrastic poem by Jackie Craven
Thirst
I promise him everything—rivers, falls, Lake Saguaro—but he sniffs and turns away. Weeping and pleading, I follow him across the mesa. I fling my arms
Flight, by Jackie Craven
A bold abstract in orange and black inspired this ekphrastic poem.