Sara Ries Dziekonski INVISIBLE My son has swallowed the potion that makes him invisible I scan the room say …
Browsing: poetry
Lindsay Kellar-Madsen MILK & MARROW Moon-milk pooled from my body then— wet cushions and capillaries wicked. You refused sleep…
Barbara O’Dair MONSTER Today I bought a shower chair. I’m not old, just dizzy. Recently, I had to…
Tzynya Pinchback MENARCHE The summer I turned thirteen. The summer before eighth grade. The summer I learned to climb…
Amanda Quaid FARRUCA Just once, she thought the baby’s face looked like her mother’s— only in the blue light,…
Joani Reese FEVER DREAM In the dark, the collector, cape and hood painted black, knocks three times at my…
Nancy Ring HOW BRIGHTLY Hot pink feather, glued by a child. It’s a bird I think, and that feather…
Nida Sophasarun SIRENS We sailed past a tanker to the mouth of the river where the monk chanted and…
Jacqueline West WITH THE FIVE-YEAR-OLD AT THE BELL MUSEUM We bring you here to see dead things— green moth…
Sati Mookherjee MY DAUGHTER THE TREE My daughter was born the year she turned fourteen, the year I…