Lynne Connor Language of Grief I come from unreliable narrators. I come from my birthmother’s womb. I was next…
Year: 2017
Regina Jamison “I love this picture of my mom and myself. Here she looks small and vulnerable, but…
Sonia Jaffe Robbins Audiences My mother died the same week as J.D. Salinger and Howard Zinn. She was…
CHERYL BOYCE-TAYLOR STILL THE SWEETEST WORDS I EVER HEARD: Mom, I found my girl, she reminds me of you.…
EILEEN CLEARY THE WAY WE FLED No branch silhouettes the snow. Tree limbs cut down by some bastard or…
ZEINA HASHEM BECK TRIPTYCH: VOICE Zeina Hashem Beck is a Lebanese poet. Her most recent collection, Louder…
REBECCA HART OLANDER FAWN From the age of fourteen, some weekends, I took the train from Gloucester, MA,…
LESLÉA NEWMAN #MeToo piano teacher sitting beside me on the bench sliding his hand beneath my behind; dentist reclining…
IDRISSA SIMMONDS DAWN PRAYER CALL on the line with my dying mother i choose words that land soft as…
JESSICA GOODFELLOW NIGHTSCAPE WITH RANDOM INTERSECTION Late at night a telephone booth becomes a cage, a trap— its overhead…