Dawn Paul VEINS My mother lies on her back on the big double bed lifts her right leg, straightens it,…
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Virginia Chase Sutton CONSTELLATIONS On the skin inside my upper arms are galaxies of bruises, some as fresh as…
Michelle Reale THIS YEAR MY SORROW DROWNS ITSELF This year my sorrow drowns itself. I can’t be responsible anymore.…
Jill McDonough CAREFUL Josey kisses me Christmas morning in the kitchen and it’s so good we end up having sex…
Kirun Kapur SPRING Then, through the window, I could just make out a cormorant immobile on a buoy, head high,…
Tina Kelley I AM THE SEXY MUSEUM No more slow walking the sandstone edifice with marble floors that exhaust…
The ProCreate Project, the Museum of Motherhood and the Mom Egg Review are pleased to announce the 27th edition of this scholarly…
Raising Jamie a mother & son poem for two voices “I can remember on this last trip out of New…
Mothers Are Making Art: Art by Melissa Charlotte Thomas Poetry by Megan Merchant The ProCreate Project, the Museum of Motherhood and the Mom Egg…
Review by Carol Dorf The central theme of Cheryl Wilder’s book of poems What Binds Us is family and…