Poetry Folio Edited by Carla Panciera and Cindy Veach Amid the hothouse needs and cares blooming around me, how often I disappear.—Sarah Sadie The poems in this folio explore one of motherhood’s dualities: the mother the world sees…
Browsing: Poetry
A.E. Abitz Mom, Tell Me of your shelved forfeits, things caged away or lost. Tell me how time was never right— how you wished to see the world, but daddy made your choices. Tell me you wanted…
Meredith Boe In Rooms When you were still on the other side, in the fidelity of non-mothering, before you conversed with women from hundreds of years ago, before the men acted like you died, new mothers were always disappearing…
Anna Crandall “In the past 7 days have you had difficulty sleeping even when you had the opportunity to sleep?” Some nights the only sound the breath between wails. Moon a curved fingernail the nurse said to chew off…
Becca Rose Hall Horizontal Mother mother of the darkened room mother of daytime sleeping voice high with pain mother as child child as mother of the vague love the sweet sweet nothings heavy-armed mother mother of ellipses mother of…
Megan Leonard Things I Am Not Sorry For I am not sorry for the starve That kept me alive like a singed hair It was what I needed to do to live The way the wet leaves make a…
Natalie Marino Ode to Nine She is a little sun. She is a clementine— sometimes sweet, sometimes sour— she is not really mine. For years I thought I wore invisible armor— that I was made of the thinnest tin—…
Callie Plaxco It Occurs to Me that the Sound of My Heart is Keeping Me Awake The impulse to rip it out and smash it through the open window arises. Just to see it thunder through space, to know…
Sarah Sadie Deer Mother Amid the hothouse needs and cares blooming around me, how often I disappear. Erased into strawberry and sweet, defined by flower or fruit, and therefore invisible. Even up close, you will not know me until…
Anne M. Terashima Rounding Out Our First Full Calendar Year In December’s morning darkness I spill my coffee, blot dark liquid with a questionable washcloth from the kitchen sink. Think This is what I get for once again contracting…