Jane Muschenetz DomestiCity When I close my eyes, the dishwasher sounds like a train on tracks. I am transported from…
Browsing: poetry
Dzvinia Orlowsky Newton’s Cradle “You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4th… with family…
Patricia Carragon i’ve put on my mother’s shoes & walked on city streets crossed asphalt & cobblestone gutters climbed various…
Linda Lamenza My Inheritance When the relatives drank the last drops of Crown Royal Whiskey, my grandmother washed the bottle…
Deborah LeFalle untitled haiku grandma’s yukata hangs in the tiny closet where her scent remains Deborah LeFalle is…
José Edmundo Ocampo Reyes Poem with the Yellow Pages and Rotary Phone for my mother Only the woman’s hands and…
Martha Webster The Mourner’s Office I waited on a seat of oxblood velvet in a bay window above a raining…
Lisa Hase-Jackson Her Own Girl …
Catherine Lu Mama Bird Catherine Lu is…
Role Models? In this folio, our third in our series on “Mother Figures,” poets and prose writers grapple…