Nighthawks

Nighthawks

Edward Hopper, 1942—Art Institute, Chicago   He sits at the counterof the café, keeps his hat on,a grey fedora, maybe thinkinghe won’t stay long. His back to ushe faces the couple whocome every night to sitat the bend of the counter. The woman in red … hair,...
Bakers

Bakers

My mother wasn’t a bakerin the ordinary sense. Nothree-tiered cakes with strawberriesmarching the frosty perimeters.No éclairs sliding from the ovenfor treats on Sundays. Sure,once in a while she measuredout flour. Both of us in apronswith rickrack on the pockets,we...
In the Science Museum

In the Science Museum

In a room near Triceratops, not far from the elephant skulland the wave machine we come upon a glass casewith shelves of women’s shoes. My daughter and I peer innot expecting this, a relic of pre-World War II displays.Shoes are freckled, with intricate embroidery and...
Violet Hours: Poems, by Jeanie Tomasko

Violet Hours: Poems, by Jeanie Tomasko

Meet Violet, the eccentric child birthed by Madison poet Jeanie Tomasko and delivered into the world by new Wisconsin publisher Taraxia Press. Tomasko’s Violet Hours is collection of poetry crafted as a sweet gift, a small, hand-stitched book with a French wrap cover...