the conch
I come from the sea./ From the mountains where the wild onions grow./ From the orbit/ [of] my mother’s womb: [/]a dangerous territory/ wide and rushing/ [like] a great poet. And I opened to that blankness/ [like] an ear. Excerpt from Vertical Answers: AROHO 2013 [remixed by Bhanu Kapil] “the conch” by Anonymous _________________________________________________________ Here I...
How to Say Fish by Shari Zollinger
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Quilting My Mothers by Karen Henninger
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she began to think of herself as a vessel by Carrie Nassif
“she began to think of herself as a vessel” by Carrie Nassif she began to think of herself as a vessel, an organic container, a vesicle. a fluid-filled tube crafted of ancient earth and its ancestors. pictured herself stretching from mycelian roots, reaching, willing, growing toward the star mothers who live light years above, the future entangled in the now. imagined that we were each these self-same...
What I’ve Become (A Cento All My Own) by Barbra Nightingale
“What I’ve Become (A Cento All My Own)” by Barbra Nightingale Here I am: the kind of woman who slakes a thirst no longer dry, casts pins to the wind though nothing sticks to air. I am black coal squeezed a lifetime. My eyes diamond light. I cannot look away, wear you on my hand. Your smile beamed photons the night when the mercury slithered like a black snake, a night whose edge is...
