Evie Calvillo 3-body problem the [problem] is [predicting] the motions of 3 bodies (such as stars or planets) mutually attracted by gravity given their initial positions and velocities – Montgomery oOo we are 3 bodies in a…
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Samantha Strong Murphey thaw the first thing she did was math / the baby will be born with the magnolia blooms / the chicks / the thaw of her last decade / and she liked the idea of…
Susie Meserve Borealis Drought-dry afternoon, just past two, California sun licking at shadows, I paused by the door as the Russians do to rest on the suitcase, account for every last thing— passport, tickets, lipstick, suppositories, Valium, Prednisone— before…
Hannah Faith Notess Viviparity I watched my body fail silently as if from a great distance. Time to admit those months I hadn’t created anything of note, I was just existing like the mammal that I am damp and…
Dayna Patterson Groundhog Day It’s Groundhog Day, again, and so: grandmother’s birthday, Candlemas, 2/2, my youngest child’s original due date. She surprised us by arriving a month early, yellowish, as if her skin had been rubbed all over with dandelions.…
Lisa Ludden Perry Blue Hours, the NICU -After and grateful for “Blue Hour” by Carolyn Forché Time is a clutching longing. Breathing deep into my hands like breath on a cold day, I saw something close to breath assembled,…
Jasmine Soria Sears Personalized It is strange to be condescended to By someone smaller and younger Smiling up at your concerns Repeating the standard protocols As though your history of quick births And painless labors And late-breaking waters Gives…
Leonore Wilson Their Genesis Fog swaddles the pastures, a white film, slub silk like the creamy net vernix that once covered my sons as I cover them now, mature men who sleep with their loves in front of the…
Laure-Anne Bosselaar FOR MY SON on his 30th birthday I sit against the scarred trunk of an oak. The sun barely winnows through its branches. Beyond a lit spot, small as a new-born’s fist, a twig quivers, then arcs…
Heather Haldeman Pick up the Phone! “There you are!” Mom would say, taking a slurp of her instant coffee. It would be 8:00 am, the usual time for her morning call. I’d picture her in bed, the long powder…