Art of the Week

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West Marin Landscape Donna Solin Golden Gate-Marin  Branch, CA Oil

West Marin Landscape
Donna Solin
Golden Gate-Marin
Branch, CA

Poem of the Week-When I was Nine

When I was Nine

When I was nine,
my father taught me baseball.
Not how to take a stance
and grip the bat
or slide into second base…
but how to listen –
to close my eyes and visualize
the game.

And we would lie on the floor
near the hi-fi
in the dusk;
screen door open,
cushioned atop the loops
of the new, nylon wall-to-wall carpeting,
imagining every fast ball
from Sandy Koufax,
every base stolen
by Maury Wills –
almost tasting the peanuts
and feeling the metal seats,
listening to Vin Scully
making it seem real
play by play

side by side

just the two of us,


Nancy Haskett
Modesto Branch, CA

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Art of the Week–Concessions

Concessions Juanita Barrows Columbus Branch, GA Oil

Juanita Barrows
Columbus Branch, GA

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Poem of the Week–Aubade

An Aubade: A Visit to the Museum

I stand alone
among the Pre-Raphaelites,
before the Romeo and Juliet.
Maddox Brown paints the
lovers’ departure already scribed
by the Bard.

It is the lovers’ sweet lasting lament, and yes,
I see it is the lark, morning’s messenger
painted here. This immortalized departure
reminds me of you and our
missed mornings,
tender trysts,
when life’s intrusions refuse to
blanket us with darkness and the
down of soft dreams.

Does the dawn bless or break
their first argument?
When to part?
Or perhaps,
this thinly disguised parting
portioned with passion and deception,
is let go with longings that last.

It does not matter whether it is
nightingale or lark, or
who was right or wrong; or
whether it is fiction or life,
it only matters that all lovers
long for the length
of a quiet evening’s balm.

Like water that seeks its level,
my passion seeks its own capacity:
a warmth of comfort, a promised portion,
a reverie of thought so gentle that
all moments linger and fill
my aubade afternoon.

Then my museum visit
is cut short by time and memory.
I hurry home
to wait for you ‘til evening
when our new dawn
will yield nocturnal bliss.

maria keane
Diamond State Branch, DE

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Art of the Week–Tapestry for Peace

The world around us is a broken place; we see it every day in the news, whether from far away or too close to home. Art is not an idle bystander–it creates a space for peace. The NLAPW Tapestry for Peace is an amazing work, created out of a vision by a visionary Pen Woman, and followed through on after her death by her Denver Branch. The Tapestry now has no permanent home, and this remarkable 264 foot long work of art, love and hope is in danger. It was created to be seen, to be felt, to be an inspiration. If you have connections, or are touched by the urgency of its call for Peace, please help find an exhibit space. From Marie Kriss, Denver Branch, comes this history of the piece, and an appeal:

Tapestry for Peace Needs Permanent Home

By Marie Kriss, Denver Branch – (Photos by John Fairchild)

As Eve Mackintosh drove on Florida Interstate 10 on a 1997 summer day, a vision bolted before her: an enormous angel holding two planet earths, one lifted skyward, the other held next to her heart. Eve slowed to a stop at roadside, her inner voice whispering, “There’s a place in space for peace.” Traffic sped by; she contemplated.
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From years as a schoolteacher, she recalled bloody war scenes embroidered on the grand Bayeux Tapestry, which chronicled the 1066 Norman Conquest of England. Eve focused on the contrasting idea that an expansive peace tapestry would surely stir viewers to identify with peace on some level, especially if viewers were children who would carry their impressions into their futures.

At her request, Masters of Linen in New York City soon donated 120 yards of fine linen, but it wasn’t until 8 years later, when Eve was an active member of the NLAPW Denver Branch, that the tapestry gained possibility. In early 2005, Eve shared her unrelenting vision with a few fellow members who agreed to form a committee and coordinate the project, inviting all NLAPW branches (plus some other groups and individuals) to participate.

At the November 2005 Denver Branch meeting, Eve displayed the first received panel, the only one she’d live to see. She passed away later that month, but fellow members fulfilled their promise.

NLAPW branches across the country created and sent 47 of the 66 total panels. Each one expresses, in art images, what peace means and looks like. Interpretations are in embroidery, appliqué, quilting, beadwork, watercolor, fabric paint, acrylic, collage and mixed media on 4’ x 5’ linen panels. Eleven sections of 6 panels each were assembled, finished in time for its debut at the 2006 biennial in Denver.

Eve was an inspirer. It’s no surprise that the Tapestry for Peace, at 264 linear feet, is 35 feet longer than the Bayeux Tapestry. Nor is it amazing that, per Eve’s casual request shortly before her death, the tapestry was later exhibited at the Colorado State Capitol rotunda and north wing – for a month.

The tapestry is too fragile for a life of travel and reassembly. It’s meant for a venue committed to its preservation and visibility to the public, including a broad children’s audience. Please consider your resources/connections, and offer suggestions. Although it’s a work of art, the tapestry is not about fine art. It graphically speaks of human civility and love, education, and the hope that this world will one day become a place in space for peace. I’m at (303) 433-5266 –

Poem of the Week–Orange Moon, and a call for submissions

Orange Moon

Somewhere up there
there’s an orange moon.

Once in a blue moon
there’s an orange moon.

There’s a cloud cover
like a down comfort
thrown over the earth.

I am on the earth side
so I will not see that
there’s an orange moon.

I have seen such a moon.
In an unobstructed view
from the dock on the New River
a lusterware platter
held me transfixed.

I will not see this orange moon
but I can imagine
a giant luminous lusterware platter
above the fresh green
of the oaks and willows of the Delta.

I will remember, when it is said
“there’s an orange moon,”
and know that
blue moons are a measure of time:
orange moons are a measure of faith.

by Bet Wooten
Delta Branch, MS

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Call for submissions for Poems of the Super Moon

Poems of the Super Moon, a volume of poetry by Pen Women, will be published by the Pen Women Press by the end of the year. Submissions are welcome from Pen Women in all arts classifications, Art, Music or Letters.

It all started with the first lines of Nancy Haskett’s “A Poem about the Moon,” which was featured on the blog in August, right in time for the Super Moon event in the sky:

Recently, I heard someone say
that every poet needs a poem about the moon

Pen Women met the challenge and soon, NLAPW poets were sending in wonderful “Moon Poems,” new and newly revisited. A series on the blog was begun. Stay tuned to the blog for more moon poetry.
Submission Guidelines

NLAPW Members: Please send your “Moon Poems” via email to for consideration for the new volume to be published by the Pen Women Press. Art, Music and Letters members are all welcome to submit. And to help me keep “organized,” please include “Moon Poems” as your subject line—I need all the help I can get!

Deadline: December 8, 2014

If you’ve already sent in a poem for the blog and would like it included in the new book, please let me know.

Donations and Pre-orders will be accepted to defray the costs of the first printing. Check the website,, for more info.

Treanor Baring
Pen Woman Magazine Poetry Editor
Website Editor

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Art of the Week–In Thought

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In Thought Terry Arroyo Mulrooney   Ft Lauderdale Branch, FL Watercolor

In Thought
Terry Arroyo Mulrooney Ft Lauderdale Branch, FL

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Poem of the Week–Day of Atonement

Day of Atonement

She meant well,
I’m sure,
when she wished me a
“Happy Yom Kippur,”
just like she would wish
someone else
“Happy Easter,”
but this holy day
is one of somber introspection
as we reflect on the past year,
the hurt we have caused others
on purpose
or unknowingly,
as we pray all day,
stand up, sit down,
sit down, stand up,
hit our heart with a closed fist,
declare our offenses,
both individual and collective –
For the sin which we have committed before Thee
by association with impurity,
For the sin which we have committed before Thee
by idle gossip,
And for the sins which we have committed before Thee
by violence,
by spurning parents and teachers,
by lying,
with wanton looks and haughty eyes –
the list goes on,
as stomachs growl
for this is a fast day,
twenty-five hours of abstention
and deprivation to diminish bodily constraints,
uplift our souls,

but I can’t help watching the clock,
wishing the prayer book were shorter,
written all in English,
wishing I could sneak a drink
of water,
we are encouraged
to feel guilt on this,
the holiest day of the year,
and I do –

but often
for the wrong reasons

Nancy Haskett
Modesto Branch, CA

Art of the Week–Hologram

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Hologram Irene Bartz Chester County Branch, PA Mixed media

Irene Bartz
Chester County Branch, PA
Mixed media

Poem of the Week–Going Home


In the haze of her clouds,
She repeated in short breaths:
“I want to go home”
“I want to go home.”

Home, where was home?
Only she knew and she was ready.

Why the screaming, the biting, the scratching?

Drifting in and out of the fog
She repeated almost breathless:
“I want to go home.”

‘Mom, it’s time to forgive all those who pained you
In your yesterdays and yesteryears.
It’s time!
It’s time to surrender!’

Ears listened to their last words;
Eyes opened to his tender touch
And final kiss.

Suddenly, she was at peace.

With Rainbows of her Life,
The sweet gentle Spirit
Returned Home.

Dedicated to my mother-in-law, Bertha Hirschhorn, age 98 who ‘went home’ on July 23, 2014

Vera Ripp Hirschhorn
Boca Raton Branch, FL