
The Art of Words: “Come to Me” and “Magritte’s Moon Mom’s Swings”
By Sarah Beasley Monzón and Jen Blesso | “She said the surrealists painted in a time when the world was trying to decide whether to believe an enormous lie….”

By Sarah Beasley Monzón and Jen Blesso | “She said the surrealists painted in a time when the world was trying to decide whether to believe an enormous lie….”

By Christina Wiseman and Nicole Morse | “The artificial glow of the screen lights up her face while her lunch break ticks by…”

By Valerie G. Zartarian and Lauren Liecau | “Lying in a meadow/Bewitched by the stars/I wonder at the galaxies/Beyond this world of ours.”

By Shannon Bushee and Judith Rosenbaum | “She didn’t need to be rescued from her own tower.”

By Nicole Morse and Bradley Wall | “tender tongues of flame search for artful promise…”

By Lily Barrett and Chiara Pieri | “The place is full of monsters… a well-groomed man encourages a younger, scared-looking woman as a blue flame shoots up from her palm.”

By Tuggelin Yourgrau and David Winkler | “He was not a playful father, often spending six or seven days a week on his research…”

By Deidre Beck and Anne Macdonald | “Like winged angels they form a circle, heads in, bodies out, a side-by-side dance…”

By Jennifer Blesso and Christina Wiseman | “We come inside from the cold, ladle hot soup into bowls, cradle them in our thawing pink hands…”

By Alissa Onigman and Elizabeth Christopher | “August flames have their own rhythm… like a temple spearing the night sky—
seeking winter’s constellations.”