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Two Serious Ladies is named for the 1943 short novel by Jane Bowles.

“I have my happiness, which I guard like a wolf, and I have authority now and a certain amount of daring, which, if you remember correctly, I never had before.”


― Jane Bowles
Two Serious Ladies

 

Two Serious Ladies

Apr 17
Apr 17 Three Collages by Christine Shan Shan Hou

Lauren Spohrer
Art

Apr 13
Apr 13 Five Black Outs by Holly Weinberg

Lauren Spohrer
Art, Poetry

Apr 7
Apr 7 Aack by Ellen Donnelly

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Fiction

The pupils of her eyes move in to touch.

Apr 7
Apr 7 People Who Have Wronged Me: A Non-Comprehensive List by Tara Roeder

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Fiction

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get an appointment with me?

Mar 17
Mar 17 “Diamonds” by Erin McIntosh

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Fiction

Mar 17
Mar 17 Elk's Baby by J. M. Landon

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Fiction

Mar 8
Mar 8 Electric and Very Alive by Sam Cohen

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Fiction

Jane wanted to go to the fetish ball. Jane was my experimental friend.

Mar 7
Mar 7 Abstract and Sojourn by Ceridwen Hall

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Poetry

Mar 7
Mar 7 Madame Blanche by Rhian Sasseen

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Fiction

Jan 21
Jan 21 Saskatchewan by Angela Woodward

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Essay, Fiction

Dec 16
Dec 16 Two Poems by Liz Cambra

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Poetry

Dec 1
Dec 1 Body Play by Sally Deskins

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Art

Nov 26
Nov 26 A Delicate Dance by 
Sarah Beller

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Fiction

Oct 13
Oct 13 Two Poems by Carolyn Murphy

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Poetry

Oct 9
Oct 9 Alien by Becca Shaw Glaser

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Fiction

Oct 9
Oct 9 Emily by Emma Horwitz

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Fiction

Aug 6
Aug 6 Its edge, the horizon by Mira Mattar

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Fiction

Jul 21
Jul 21 Four Paintings by Lia Vé

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Art

Jul 9
Jul 9 Love Stinks, Other Criteria by Rebecca Beauchamp

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Poetry

The viewers & critics are seriously good people

Jul 2
Jul 2 The Locket by Kathryn Scanlan

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Fiction

I drew one up—a locket, domed and gold—by its chain and wedged my nail in its seam and split it open like a piece of fruit. Inside was a man from the neck up.

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“Houses! I hate houses. I like public places. Houses break your heart.”
― Jane Bowles

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