The Real Mona Lisa by Arthur Dolan

Drawing with several grades of graphite pencil I layered up my perception of her skin tones. Layering in the graphite in this way is more of a painting technique than short hand sketching. I lightly indicated eyebrows where I thought they should be for a human being without regard for gender. I let light pass

Sing, Daddy by Eliza Appleton

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think they will sing to me. -T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. My father storms his massive feet up the wooden stairs to my room. I can always hear him coming. I lay there, tucked neatly underneath my yellow flannel

Scarlet Freedom by Elizabeth Byrne

The Minister’s eyes joined in with the surrounding crowd, focused in on Hester as if her sins were newly discovered. Standing tall upon the sacred pulpit above her head, he covered his heart with the palm of his hand. His broad smile revealed a solemn solitude that only she could recognize, and it left her