Diane McDonough Cape Cod Branch (after reading fury by Lucille Clifton) Mama’s hand delivers rhymed and metered stanzas natural as blue trumpets of a morning glory vine unfolding ... Read more
Judy Crystal Greenwich Branch In Byram Park West wind whispers, branches dance Glimpse of sun-burnished water Through the red and orange leaves Promise of winter beauty Young man, ... Read more
Mary Lou Griffin Diamond State Branch, Delaware Forgotten Treasure: Grandma’s Bedroom Chair Pastel, 8 x 10 I never got to know Leocadia Wielgorecki, my mother’s mother. She died several years ... Read more
Active, associate and allied art professionals, you are invited to submit your work for publication in the Pen Woman and on the NLAPW website! As the new art editor, I ... Read more
Barbara Clarke Atlanta Chapter Life’s journey is played out beginning on the upper part of the canvas bright colors are intermingled at the entrance of a new soul. Love ... Read more
Cornelia DeDona Member at Large, New York It was December of 2012. Dad was almost eighty. Dementia had erased his hunger. He’d subsisted the last few years on cheap cereal ... Read more
Jenny Santana Iowa City Branch I sit on a park bench quiet and still watching the ants scurry hurriedly along the pavement and above me the sparrows fly puncturing ... Read more
Susan Bassler Pickford Member-at-large (Maine) Middle English “trewthe,” from Old English “trēowth” — fidelity; akin to Old English “trēowe” — faithful — before 1100s “You can’t handle the truth,” ... Read more
Thelma A. Giomi Yucca Branch, NM Yesterday, I walked under a canopy of mimosa trees, Maybe a dozen, Who could count the fragrance was so intoxicating, The shade so soothing. ... Read more
