Nadia Colburn THE PHYSICAL WORLD For nine months I anticipated, as the other end of pain, a revelation: a world turned inside out. Each inch I grew marked a promise: my present physical certainty, my approaching release. And, indeed,…
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Get the Issue Leap of Faith by Deborah L. Blicher – The little boy I hope will become my son lines up his scuffed shoes on the edge of the sandbox, gauging the distance to the ground.…
Megan Merchant Ghazal for Unspoken Sorrow What will become of us, our son resting along the line of my hip, hum. The sweet whimper-whine his breath makes, lip pressing lip, hum. In our half-dark, we hush hands and mouths while…
Hester Jones – A Show of Hands Hester Jones is a British Artist based in London UK. Her work is an ongoing investigation into culturally constructed, gendered identities; she is interested in the performative and participatory qualities…
Get the Issue Lesley Dame The Answer Even if it were a beacon, you’d be terrified. I mean, come on, this sudden light flashes in the starless sky and you’re, what, happy? You know that doesn’t…
Eti Wade on the cover image from her series, MIGRANT MOTHERS – ‘Migrant Mothers’ is a series of photographs of mothers with their children. The title is a homage to Dorothea Lange’s famous photograph ‘Migrant Mother’ which recorded a young…
Selections The Mom Egg Vol. 9 2011 Get the Issue Sandra de Helen MISSPENT MOTHERHOOD i squandered my motherhood mistaking it for my youth believing that because i was sixteen or twenty or thirty i was entitled…
The Mom Egg Vol. 8 2010 “Lessons” Selections Get the Issue LANGUAGE CLASS (written on Qualla Boundary; for C.M.) Kimberly L. Becker Little by little we are reclaiming the words Just as the land was once large, so,…
A girl finds out something new about her mother’s second husband. A teenager succumbs to the lure of adventure on a Haitian night. A non-observant grandmother attempts to explain a religious holiday to a child. A grown man fails to…
The Mom Egg Vol.6 2008 Selections Kate Falvey The Apogee of Consolation The moon is a bent stick behind the hunched back of a crone cloud. I don’t want to pray anymore for fertility. The…