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...
Poetry by Heart

Poetry by Heart

What’s your favorite poem? Can you recite it by heart?  To celebrate poetry and “heart,” Wisconsin Poet Laureate Kim Blaeser invites the memorization and recitation of poems for an online Poetry Recitation Challenge. Those who participate will have their video...
and no spiders were harmed, by Steve Tomasko

and no spiders were harmed, by Steve Tomasko

“You said I should write more love poems / and I said, I’m sorry, but I’ve been thinking about / sloths.” This is the opening gambit for and no spiders were harmed, Madison poet Steve Tomasko’s debut chapbook.  Some may think there are enough love poems; some may...