For this, our inaugural feature, we bring you two very different pieces, "On Women and Children and Poverty," a visual piece by Suzanne Stovall Vinson, and "&," a poem by MaryAnn McKibben Dana.
While the medium and focus of the two pieces differ from one another, each piece speaks to the particularity of women’s experience while touching on broader themes that unite many of us.
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And now, on to Christ & Creativity…
On Women and Children and Poverty
Suzanne Stovall Vinson is an ordained minister serving as Chaplain in Richmond, VA. She is a "mostly" self-taught artist working in a variety of artistic mediums. For use of the print, contact her at [email protected]
looked down at my young daughter, who was looking gratefully and
hungrily into my eyes, and I knew instinctively that gone were my days
of being able to barricade myself in my study for hours on end… it
struck panic into me to think that my ability to keep up the pace of my
profession was bring slowly sucked out of me by the child on my breast.
—Renita J. Weems, biblical scholar, minister, writer, mother,
in Listening for God
what are your aspirations
for your writing?
asked the Artist,
who writes and creates
fulltime from her home studio,
whose Room of One’s Own
to write and be read,
and the response seemed stupid,
but it’s the best i could manage
without getting into it:
how i type one-handed, pecking quiet keys
with a baby curled around my middle;
how i climb into a pulpit, spread out pages of a
letting the masterwork that might have been
(had the meetings not piled up, had the death not occurred)
float silently away;
how i find the phrase
that breaks open a poem’s stuck door,
and pray it doesn’t blow shut
before i finish playing chutes and ladders.
you see, i am no artist,
& & & & &.
to live the &
as best i can,
to glide down its sloping slide
and land in a heap, laughing;
to nestle in its hammock
and swing, and doze, content;
to hoist myself onto its narrow dais
and offer to the world
whatever I have to give.