Marion McCready

Pictorial textile artwork featuring a polar bear facing forwards standing on sloped ice under a swirling blue sky and full moon

Raxhel Wright, artist who works with textiles, free machine embroidery over cut and pieced fabrics #WomensArt

Print featuring three large red blossoms on dark green stems with leaves against a white background

'Three Waratahs' (hand painted version) from the series of linocuts of Native Australian flowers by contemporary printmaker Rachel Newling #ReframingWomenPrintmakers

Artwork in black and white featuring a lone fir tree growing out of rocky ground

Study of a fir tree, c.1842 by Emily Brontë, best known for her classic novel 'Wuthering Heights' #WomensArt

Painting of a tree with orangd leaves, some of which fall gently towards thd ground on which a stylisef slim figure and a dog walk

'Between the Leaves' by Brighton-based UK artist Emma Brownjohn #WomensArt
#Autumn #Fall

Print featuring a wooded landscape with bare trees reflected in large puddles

Contemporary printmaker Alexandra Buckle #WomensArt

Painting of a stylised white woman in a pale green dress standing facing left in front of a full moon as five or more ravens fly past to the left against a dark sky

Girl in the East Wind with Ravens Passing the Moon, 1893 by Glasgow School artist Frances MacDonald #WomensArt

Magpie Morning’ by contemporary UK #printmaker Annie Soudain #WomensAr

#tedhughes

Painting of a late summer meadow with long yellow grasses, orange flowers and a few small trees

Trees in a meadow with poppies in bloom, c.1905 by Juliette Wytsman, Belgian impressionist painter #WomensArt #August
#UnlockingWomensArt

US artist Elizabeth Catlett's 1946 print honours Phyllis Wheatley (1753-1784), who was sold into slavery at the age of seven and later became the first published African-American female poet #womensart

Print featuring a stylised owl with long feathers radiating from its head and body in black and red, all on a cream background

The Enchanted Owl, 1960, Stonecut on paper by Inuk artist Kenojuak Ashevak. Printmaking has been a valuable form of expression for many artists within Indigenous communities #ReframingWomenPrintmakers

Print featuring a shoreline with plants, a blackbird and insects in silhouette in front of sea and a glowing red sun

'Californian Morning' (mid 20thc) by US artist and printmaker Emmy Lou Packard (1914-1998) #WomensArt

Wendell Berry poem When I rise up Let me rise up joyful Like a bird When I fall Let me fall without regret Like a leaf

Wendell Berry poem.

#poetry #booksky

"And so I go to the woods. As I go in under the trees, dependably, almost at once, and by nothing I do, things fall into place. I enter an order that does not exist outside, in the human spaces....I am less important than I thought. I rejoice in that."

—Wendell Berry

Monochrome photograph featuring a white woman holding a large camera to her face while sitting on the roof of a 1930s style car

US Photographer Dorothea Lange c. 1938, whose work humanized the consequences of the Great Depression and influenced the development of documentary photography #womensart

Been a while since I've sent poems out into the world, so I'm very happy to have a couple of poems in the latest issue of The Lake which can be read here -https://www.thelakepoetry.co.uk/poetry/marion-mccready/

Remembering artist Khadija-Saye, rising star, and all her neighbours- never forgotten #Grenfell
#womensart

Stylised painting featuring a bunch of white heart shaped flowers on curving thick green stems in a round glass vase

Calla Lillies, 1941 by Polish painter Tamara de Lempicka who painted in an Art Deco style #WomensArt

So enjoying reading Durs Grünbein's new Selected Poems Psyche Running translated by the brilliant Karen Leeder griffinpoetryprize.com/poet/durs-gr...

'I have written with an alertness that goes backward as well as forward, and this impossible condition, the duration of a few breaths between antiquity and X, can only be endured if slowly and line by line I check my voice, the body, and what was caught in the inner ear.' ~ Durs Grünbein #arspoetica

Monochrome photograph featuring three sirting white women in white hats and dark dresses in the act of creating a huge intricate lace looking textile art in ehite with symmetrical floral motifs which hangs vertically between them

Brittany, France early 20thc, skilled women making 'picot bigouden' a form of intricate and complex crochet linking to Irish crochet #WomensArt

Sunflower, daffodils, bramble, berries and other flowers, illustration.

Floral Emblems, Henry Philips, 1825.

Lucille Clifton poem to my yellow coat today i mourn my coat. my old potato. my yellow mother. my horse with buttons. my rind. today she split her skin like a snake, refusing to excuse my back for being big for being old for reaching toward other cuffs and sleeves. she cracked like a whip and fell apart, my terrible teacher to the end; to hell with the arms you want she hissed, be glad when you’re cold for the arms you have.

Paris Review is sharing one of my favorite poems again so I’m sharing it on here again

“my old potato” - one of my favorite lines ever

EXALTATIONS IN SLEEP How deep we sink when the light goes out and the heaviness falls from our shoulders.   Like that the armour that fell from the weary knight, who’d fought so long in the da...

'In sleep, how many positions do we assume?
the foetus, the crucified, Laocoön, Holy Shiva.' ~ Durs Grunbein

We at the Review mourn the loss of Alice Notley (1945-2025). In celebration of her life and work, we’ve unlocked her Art of Poetry interview, along with her poems, from our archive.

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American poet Alice Notley has died at age 79. Her poems on motherhood and domestic life (she was married to fellow poet Ted Berrigan) made her one of her country’s most prolific and acclaimed writers of verse. #RIPAliceNotley

2/16 (1970) by Alice Notley

I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades against the claims of white. And the world has taken my father, my friends. I have given up melodic lines of hills, moving to a flat, tuneless landscape. And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.

A sad poem, I am Learning to Abandon the World, by Linda Pastan, with beautiful 'small reprieves' ...

recalling
olden times
lemon blossoms

Basho

—Alastair Reid (1926–2014), “Scotland”
published in WEATHERING: Poems & Translations (EP Dutton, 1978)