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Winter Tales II: Women on the Art of Aging
29 women artists and writers explore aging through art, comics, poetry, photography, and essays. Sometimes hilarious, sometimes sublime, each entry adds insight into the many ways we learn to be women.
Editors: R.A. Rycraft and Leslie What
Paperback : 230 pages
ISBN-10 : 0983828962
ISBN-13 : 978-0983828969
About the Editors
R.A. Rycraft has published stories, poems, essays, reviews, and interviews in a number of journals and anthologies, including PIF Magazine, VerbSap, Perigee, MacGuffin, Calyx, Contemporary World Literature, Web del Sol, and The Absinthe Literary Review. Winner of the Eric Hoffer Best New Writing Editor’s Choice Award for 2008 and a Special Mention for the 2010 Pushcart Prize, Rycraft is chair of the English department at Mt. San Jacinto College in Menifee, California and nonfiction editor at Serving House: A Journal of Literary Arts.
Leslie What is a Nebula Award-winning writer and the author of a novel, Olympic Games, and two short story collections: Crazy Love and The Sweet and Sour Tongue. Crazy Love earned starred reviews from Booklist and Publishers Weekly and was a finalist for the Oregon Book Award. She currently teaches in the Writers’ Program at UCLA Extension and is the fiction editor of Phantom Drift, a journal of New Fabulism. Her work has been published in a number of anthologies and journals, including Midstream, Utne Reader, Parabola, Los Angeles Review, Asimov’s, and others.
It takes so long to learn to be a woman — Ursula K. Le Guin
I am turning into the Chekhov play where the women stand at the window of their provincial outpost and pine for Moscow — Laurie Stone
I sin so much harder now / knowing what I know — Elisabeth Murawski
. . . it appears to me that the movement toward consciousness is the great challenge of our lives . . . — Gladys Swan
. . . most of us, women at least, have lain / this way, with the heels of our feet in the metal / cups — stirrups, not quite accurate, implying / we’re the riders, when we’re not . . . — Laura McCullough
You were supposed to know the answers by the time you were thirty — Valerie Miner
Isn’t it the definition of a diary to be both that empty vessel seeking fulfillment and that handheld mirror reflecting a version of what already is? — Alexandra Marshall
I’ve seen fewer wrinkles on raisins — Leigh Anne Jasheway
Either this new jacket is surprisingly warm / or I’m having a heart attack — Dorianne Laux
. . . I’ve been praying since I first got the call telling me my mother needed to be admitted to hospital. Let me, oh Lord, forget everything but compassion — Lauren B. Davis
I have seen the enemy and she is me. Only she’s not an enemy and I couldn’t have seen her without my contacts plus the huge magnifying glass I keep by the phone book — Molly Giles
So come on, gorgeous, get yourself over / to the shore with the sleeping gulls / — does the tide rise or doesn’t it — Alicia Ostriker
Might Appreciation for the Moment be the alchemic formula . . . — Ellen Visson
. . . three-dot ellipses remind us of mortality, by marking the vast spaces to either side of the several distinct movements that make up our lives — Abby Frucht
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