Caitlin Gildrien The Stone Sits Down to Dinner It is loud with children debating the most powerful Pokémon and the stone is grateful she doesn’t have ears. One child does not like her lasagna, though last week this…
Browsing: Poetry
L. Bellee Jones-Pierce Early May The robins are late this year. I thought they’d never nest. Their piles of sticks and grass, dirtied cobweb nets, waxed and waned like a moon at the corner of our porch, growing…
Amy Lemmon Fracture Season My god the breaks we lived through— snapped eyeglasses, chipped dinner plate, pillowcase ripped, mug handle cracked, bent door-closer, crushed a bit more ++++++with each door-swing. No surprise, after all, to find ++++++two years…
Xiaoly Li A Small Goddess This freshly store-made tofu we stumble upon, grassy, nutty, melts in the mouth. That purple corn, chewy, earthy— your favorite, the stubborn root woven deep in us. I don’t mind a pilgrimage to…
U-Meleni Mhlaba-Adebo Her Voice in the Wind Some days, I hear her. +++Not in dreams, +++but in the wind. It brushes past my cheek, +++carrying a lesson, +++a warning, +++a blessing. She speaks in birdsong, +++in the kettle’s whistle,…
Jane C. Miller I will burn with it I inherit a black mourning cap worn by my grandmother at 16 when her mother died. I am the only one it fits, such an ugly gift, its yarn rough…
Donna Vorreyer Boundaries A squeal rises from the garden: a rabbit caught on a wire fence while seeking a cluster of greens, the soft church of her body trembling as she churns her legs to wrench them free.…
Sara Wallace The Perfect Stage — “Be the Least in the Household of God,” Francis of Paola Come and watch me screw up, my son said. So, I went to his school’s concert but the music teacher put him…
Katie Naoum Mud Season The edges of the day thaw too quickly, become sharp, jagged, like my children’s drawings or their cries. My children. They are so very young, so beautiful and difficult. There are moments when new phrases…
Cheryl Boyce-Taylor The Grand Days of Noho Star for Kathy Engel Dear Kathy I miss our poetry brunches at Noho Star our talks on MFA programs children spouses mothers finances manuscripts submission guidelines— I miss our San Pellegrino flat radish…