“It’s Time”… Perhaps the phrase You whispered in my Father’s ear When you were Ready to conceive me. “It’s Time”…
Browsing: poetry
You sat on the table at Sears, your dress of baby pink frilling around your feet; your hair with ribbons…
To Mom She slouches in the chair whose alarm will screech when she gets up. “What is this?” she shouts…
No matter when you’re born you will be whipped in the sand storm of seismic colonies colliding by their dividing…
Poems Curated by J.P. Howard We are women writers, many of us are members of Women Writers in…
How many years since mystery disappearance –who knows? in the basement his things his hurt glance with twinkle of defiance…
My body would not give you up. An iris slow to open at the center of me, softened only by…
There is a tilt to the world a lilt to the world when I think of her the imagined daughter…
If the football captain moves to the forest, will the cheerleader still gain weight? If you hate high school, is…
Let me be the calm, let this be the place, let this be the center, eye of the storm, let…