About Us



We are a group of writers based in Dorchester, Massachusetts.

In art history, pentimenti are painted-over images which reappear once the surface layer begins to fade. These ghostly images tell a story about the artist's evolving thought process.

We as writers mine our pasts, imaginations, and experiences to uncover our own pentimenti, the images that we paint over and hide but which eventually resurface one way or another. We come from different places and generations, but share a belief in the power of writing to challenge, heal, delight, and inspire.

Friday, February 10, 2012

The Mirror



The mirror, the mirror hanging there
So small, so plain, so unaware,
Of looks, and blinks and teeth so white,
Fore fills its duty to give delight.
To those who pass by without a care,
Who gawk and giggle and hope to dare,
To believe whatever tales it shows
The secret desires that no one knows.
Kept hidden and quiet by a blank cold stare
From half closed eyes full of hurt and despair.
 
Oh the outward masks we show
To others who believe they think they know:
     The beauty queen, the soccer pro,
              A dancer's dream,
     The boatmen's row, an idol's song,
              A love story so very wrong.
 
A mirror only knows why a reflection glows,
A mirror only shows what the mind already knows,
No matter how much primping and smiling I see
I relish that old mirror who reflects back at me.
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