My katydid wind
And slick pins in coffin lids,
Her candid lean-walk.
The willow’s fair hair
And callous skin to wake me
Or carve my cut quick.
M.G. Hofmann is a Milwaukee area-based writer. Her work has been featured in Dying Dahlia Review, and Eastern Iowa Review: Ten Debut Authors Edition. When she is not writing, she can be found outdoors or anywhere else one admires beauty. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org
Statement by Featured Artist, Shelley Thomas: The first thing that drew me to this photograph was the Edwardian cicada/locust brooch, sterling silver, France. Circa 1910. I found this bit of treasure in Lac de Neuchatel, Switzerland. The poem pulled at images of summer, of openings, and lids, of wounds. I imagined a cocoon, a shell left behind. A katydid’s molt, dried and hardened on a branch. A little house that both seals and opens.
Art: “Beachcomber’s Garden,” 2020 (San Rafael, California)