Hayes Davis Letter to Myself as a New Father January 6, 2009 I know this finds you flushed with…
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Ellen June Wright Washing Day c. 1950 Hands finger a bright-white diaper, damp— then reach for a peg. She…
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Ashley Knowlton Sprouting Specks Freckles sprinkle the top of my son’s nose– distinct like the rings of a tree,…
Marin Smith Just One Last Question Before We Say Goodnight By the way, Mom, she says, where did life…
Jennifer Hernandez Chrysalis Stretched in his twin bed, my youngest son, eleven, lies wrapped in pale green. The rest…
Bethany Jarmul A Moment, A Memory I’m sitting on a porch chair on our back deck, which is covered…
Kimberly Ramos Reflection, But Shuffled When night slips into my bed and once again / the world is a…
Abby E. Murray Heirloom I’m driving while talking to my eight-year-old about how even good people can be jerks…
Review by Jennifer Martelli Elizabeth Strauss Friedman writes in her title, “Lost Positive (Centaurus Constellation—Centaur),” Untamed| As women ought…