Oblong in air catapulted into somersault You landed in arms ready to wash the blood from your journey. sniffing me…
Browsing: poetry
The message comes toward the end of a long Saint Joan run, my daughter’s final performance in the title role—…
The thin girl burns calories lifting hangers from the shopping rack, hungry as anyone for a bargain. She is not…
Review by Ellen Miller-Mack – The moment I finished reading Monica A. Hand’s me and Nina, I felt an…
Fishing without a fishing pole is feeling vibration and tug is like playing a harp with the fingers rather than…
Life begins in water. Here, on the gravel beach, where the shifting tides rock clattering pebbles forward and back in…
Reviewed by Carol Dorf – Although it is “difficult to get the news from poems” Amy King’s poetry helps the…
The language of motherhood isn’t equipped with words to express and the lack of control one feels about having a…
Hand tempera paintings of New York City sewer systems, an unripe plum, mass of potential cells, bundled and bursting to…
Review by Ellen Miller-Mack – When I was pregnant with my first son, I told a friend who is from…