BALTIC BREAD – (for my mama) autumn. unraked lawns, yarns of lilac twigs garnish gardens, now ignored. a new school year. i comb neglected leaves, meditate, salivate, remember black bread and sour cream— after class, a run to the bakery. such a hunger for a six year old. i start to nibble, nosh like AliceContinue reading “Baltic Bread. A poem by Dolly Dennis”
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My Mom’s Secret. A poem by Narayan Bhattarai
My Mom’s Secret My mom bears the chronicle of Nepali women in her rough hands hardened by time and in the wrinkles of her jittery countenance She is a history never to be written because nothing big happened in her life When she had to get a toy to play with she got a bridalContinue reading “My Mom’s Secret. A poem by Narayan Bhattarai”
Biter Cherries. Burdocks. 2 poems by Monica Manolachi
Bitter Cherries It took her a month to buy a salt shaker. One day she had a last eclair with her daughters in town. She left her soul at home on the hallstand and slowly climbed the airstairs to the country of sighing where immigrants go. A walking dead as she was, she had noContinue reading “Biter Cherries. Burdocks. 2 poems by Monica Manolachi”
Baba Yaga’s Child. A poem by Kate Rogers
Baba Yaga’s Child I Baba Yaga gathers tiny corpses of broken birds beneath her windows. She hangs eaves and pine limbs with home-made bone wind chimes, strings bush lout bone-anchors, threads the basket rib cage of a pied biter, weaves in cuckoo wings for lift. At the top of the strand, hummingbird beaks, needles toContinue reading “Baba Yaga’s Child. A poem by Kate Rogers”
3 poems by Ileana Gherghina
Antonine I cried reading Artaud I cried looking out the window, The world Loaded with veils Decomposed veils, I get close to the window to see The window bites my face I am terrified Now everybody can see through my conscience, Five drops of liquid fall on my face Where did they come from? FromContinue reading “3 poems by Ileana Gherghina”
Swimming for Safety. A poem by Sage Tyrtle
Swimming for Safety pregnant, I watched this tv show on Wednesdays in the opening credits this crying toddler would run into his mother’s arms like people swim for lifeboats and I knew that would be us but I am the crying toddler chasing after the cat the cat who is you, who loathes hugs whoContinue reading “Swimming for Safety. A poem by Sage Tyrtle”
The Day After the Day of Mother Love. A poem by Anne Sorbie
The Day After the Day of Mother Love Your knife digs in to the bleat of cheese I add to the morning bread Soft as a prayer revering love the day after the day of mother love The ceramic jug you filled with milk I use for water and your name sings on my daughter’sContinue reading “The Day After the Day of Mother Love. A poem by Anne Sorbie”
Transplanted. Flash fiction by Mansour Noorbakhsh
Transplanted Agitated, my wife came to the bedroom and called me behind the curtain. “She came again”, my wife said. “She said it makes more gardening work for her. What gardening work might it cause for her?” My wife was talking about a Persian Walnut tree that a friend brought us from Niagara Falls someContinue reading “Transplanted. Flash fiction by Mansour Noorbakhsh”
Let’s Pretend it Never Happened. Memoir by Sally Krusing
Let’s Pretend it Never Happened I know that I got pregnant in February, 1965. I recall the Knight of Nights dance—our high school prom. I wore a long home-made dress made of burgundy velvet, in the empire style. A pink ribbon encircled my body below the bodice, and a wrist corsage of red andContinue reading “Let’s Pretend it Never Happened. Memoir by Sally Krusing”
How to Mother a Woman. Memoir by by Teresa Callihoo
How to Mother a Woman My daughter became a woman on a Thursday. I was just finishing my first semester teaching at a local college, busy giving last lectures and frantically marking student papers. Many of my students, overly vocal about their marks, were emailing me several times a day before their grades were finalized.Continue reading “How to Mother a Woman. Memoir by by Teresa Callihoo”
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