Mary Buchinger

It was a book of manners she handed me a closed book I failed to open a book I could hit her with No  never would even think to do that so deep inside   those many pages words chewed-up  digested ʌð  The way of teeth those curved rows that meet and grind mother and child

Irene Koronas is a multi-media artist, painter, poet and editor of Wilderness House Literary Review.  She is the author of three volumes of poetry, self portrait drawn from many (Ibbettson Street Press, 2007), Pentakomo Cyprus (Cervena Barva Press, 2009), turtle grass (Muddy River Books, 2014) and many chapbooks.  Her visual art has been shown in

Stalk:Sorry. Once the dirt loved me, held me tight Anyone hear? I’ve grown colorless transparent trying to trace how. Once there was a pattern, I’m sure of it I remember feeling succulent My neighbors— rose and blue flourishes Communion My fruit hung like jewelry heavy gold treasure What I would give Already have Dirt nods