by Toni Ortner | Sep 29, 2021 | Poems
In response to women artists of the last two centuries and the work they produced. The Savage Sparkler, Alice Aycock, 1981, steel, sheet metal, heating coils, florescent lights, motors and fans What kind of machine is this? We recognize the parts: sheet metal ...
by Toni Ortner | Sep 29, 2021 | Poems
Horoscope 1/6/2015 Repetition goes nowhere. The right furniture makes no difference. When you own too much you stumble. Distance does not breed fondness likely means something else. William Stafford said, It is always good to have a little song to hum to yourself....
by Toni Ortner | Sep 29, 2021 | Poems
Writer: Mr. Dupane, I am honored to meet you. Agent: Stop the bullshit. Every writer is dying to get me as their literary agent. You have ten minutes to make your case. Writer: What I have is unique. Agent: Sure. Blah Blah. Every writer says the same thing. You all...
by Toni Ortner | Sep 29, 2021 | Poems
You asked us to take you for a walk in Central Park because you wanted to see the change in season. By then you leaned on a cane and stumbled. We walked on either side. You looked like an ancient monk, but this was no Chinese painting. The weeping willows bent low...
by Toni Ortner | Sep 29, 2021 | Poems
It has always been there arms outstretched. It could be another country or this. There is no sign of a ship. A gray day neither morning nor afternoon. It could be any season. A high wind whips the waves into...
by Toni Ortner | Sep 29, 2021 | Poems
Two Poems for Georgia O’Keefe Toni Ortner’s manuscript for a book on Georgia O’Keefe has been accepted for publication. Here below are two exerts from it. A Blackbird with Snow Covered Red Hills 1946 for Georgia O’Keefe You say the hills are red but all I see is...
