I wore black and white checked capris with elastic suspenders lined with protest buttons. Give peace a chance. Make art not war. I (heart) New York. My shirt was an old Hanes undershirt I had scribbled on with sharpie markers. Pictures of a paintbrush, drama masks,...
REBEL WITHOUT CAUSE ‘I am not human, I’m Sarah’ was perhaps my earliest form of rebellion, in response to the taunting of older siblings. But it stuck. To this day I defy rules, cannot sign on the right line, fail miserably at standardized box-filling...
First of all, I’d like to extend a hearty hello to everyone reading this post. My name is Sandra Marchetti and as many of you may already know, this is my first week on the job as the new Poetry Editor for Minerva Rising. I am thrilled to be in the fold and am...
It was 50 degrees in Chicago two days ago–not exactly beach weather, but a heat wave by our winter standards. Today the low will be 3 degrees, not including a below zero windchill. Brrrrr! I admit that we’ve had a mild winter and it’s a little early...
Grounded hope versus wishful hope That’s what one of the women in my writer’s group said about writing. I like that idea. That writing lends credence to our thoughts, substance to our emotions. Fears manifest into monsters and evil-doers. Joy is beget by heroes and...
It’s the time of year when countless people around the world are making resolutions. I’m going to lose weight. I’m going to save more money. I’m going to exercise every day. I’m going to watch less TV. Making a resolution is a good idea. It forces you to reflect on...
