Diannely Antigua ORCHARD REVISITED for Andrés In the beginning, there was no word. So I called him baby apple,…
Browsing: poetry
Erin Armstrong THE WEIGHT OF BODIES My grandmother cared and carried the weight of bodies. Her ghost stands in…
Sara Ries Dziekonski INVISIBLE My son has swallowed the potion that makes him invisible I scan the room say …
Lindsay Kellar-Madison MILK & MARROW Moon-milk pooled from my body then— wet cushions and capillaries wicked. You refused sleep…
Barbara O’Dair MONSTER Today I bought a shower chair. I’m not old, just dizzy. Recently, I had to…
Tzynya Pinchback MENARCHE The summer I turned thirteen. The summer before eighth grade. The summer I learned to climb…
Amanda Quaid FARRUCA Just once, she thought the baby’s face looked like her mother’s— only in the blue light,…
Joani Reese FEVER DREAM In the dark, the collector, cape and hood painted black, knocks three times at my…
Nancy Ring HOW BRIGHTLY Hot pink feather, glued by a child. It’s a bird I think, and that feather…
Nida Sophasarun SIRENS We sailed past a tanker to the mouth of the river where the monk chanted and…