U-Meleni Mhlaba-Adebo Life Quiver I think I felt my daughter speak to me whisper her presence in the depths of…
Browsing: Poem of the Month
Hilary King Investigations Are you watching your sad detective show our daughter asks us each evening. Sad L. A. detective,…
Dayna Patterson Gertrude on arte materna Published in MER 21 Note: The poem is published…
Glenis Redmond Setting the Table Mama hands me fork, spoon and knife as she circles the table I follow…
Jacquelyn Grant Brown For Black Mothers Who Can’t Consider Sleep Cuz the World Still Ain’t Safe Enuf Her son…
Julie Cyr Leda in the Gulf after the painting by Adam Miller When Deepwater Horizon exploded, Leda’s baby latched on…
Eileen Cleary Leaves & Blooms Soon, April. And those of us who’d frozen our fingers clothespinning children’s outfits into…
Jennifer Barber Writing Too Fast, I Write “Thew” for “The” As if you and I commingled +++++++++in the dark…
Dorsía Smith Silva Requiem my son asks for a baby brother for Christmas / so easily / like…
Erica Bodwell Child, Mother This child, who started as autumn leaves blown against the house, paper crane with a…