Caroline Beasley-Baker dementia is a ruthless god. my mother says — i wuv you — but can she mean…
Browsing: poetry
E.J. Antonio Geography of the changing body: File cabinets & mirrors 2016 1/ I’ve stopped looking for myself in…
Ellen Devlin The Slowdown They watch my slow tucking of napkins under the left sides of plates. They reach…
Sharon Dolin I Am Losing My Mirrors I am losing my mirrors, I thought, as one more silver…
Laura Rock Gaughan Murmurations for a Grown Daughter Driving my daughter to the airport, in the sacred space…
Terrie Joplin Last Wishes 1. I know when my mom said, It’s time, my dad and sister drove…
Eve Packer phases/stages: Cycles of the Moon phase 1: new overheard: she’s sweet too bad she isn’t prettier…
Puma Perl Too Old to Live Pulling into the 11th Street Garage, Annie’s 1999 Honda SUV suddenly rolled…
Cammy Thomas The Little X I have to work so hard to click the little x that gets…
Elizabeth Burk How I Mourn the limber body, smooth flesh +++strong bones, resilient spine, the moxie and verve…