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Issue 5.1

Winter 2025

JoAnna Scandiffio

Reflection

The term "outsider art" bothers me. This term is often used to classify art that is not mainstream. Who determines what is in or what is out? I love artists who live on the edge, the fringe, who use non-traditional materials—old buttons, discarded eyeglasses, stuff most people throw away, and artists who make us see the world upside down or slantwise. The processes of these so-called outsider artists influence my work. I am a scavenger poet, rummaging through art, science, and everyday stuff that happens. I salvage old love letters, leftover dreams, rusty pots, and pans to make poems with missing parts. My poems are night passengers, zookeepers, bullets. Give me a wishbone. I will set the house on fire.

Everything is a Mix

 

of what you eat   how you brush your teeth

if you are late or last in line

 

or first to wear your skirt too short 

 

how the mix swerves is moot

just make do with what’s left on the plate

 

when you don’t have white clay

paint earthenware pots blue and white 

 

make a bowl you aren’t afraid of breaking

like tradition      or your grandmother’s bible

 

everything is a mix of Judo    Christian   Hindu

Pan American   Southwestern

 

even the air is filled with Old Masters

who gave up whaling ships for electric blue

 

once the sky is streaked     bird feathers splatter

a soup can becomes a masterpiece

 

the background more interesting

 

your old blue and white china cup

             a toothbrush holder

JoAnna Scandiffio is a gemologist living in San Francisco. Her poems are like bird nests, made with fragments randomly connected to hold the moment. She is like the old medieval monks who copied out verses in colored inks so the world could sing forever. Her work has appeared in Calyx, The Poeming Pigeon, Poets 11, Sugared Water, The MacGuffin, Italian Americana, The RavensPerch, The Ekphrastic Review and other journals.

JoAnna's Book Recommendations

​C D Wright  Deepstep Come Shining

Naomi Shihab Nye Words Under the Words

Ocean Vuong On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

anything by Anne Carson and Emily Dickinson.

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