Kymopoeia by Tina Pocha
“Kymopoeia” by Tina Pocha They cut my breasts off. They want me to love, but they cut my breasts off. They gave me one earring. How can I be fair with just one earring? They say smile. I smile. They say smile. I smile. They say you are not smiling. I say, this is my smile. My son thinks I love his brother more. But I tell the Ayah to draw his bath and lay out his clothes. My son thinks I love his brother...
Margie’s Monologue by Thelma Virata de Castro
“Margie’s Monologue” by Thelma Virata de Castro (Excerpted from the full-length play Cookies for Prisoners) MARGIE (White housewife. Sixty.) When I got pregnant with Jude, I was so happy. Larry and I had already given up on having kids. Larry didn’t want to go to any hocus-pocus fertility doctors. I hit forty and I thought, “That’s it.” No baby for me. Our lives kept us busy, but I always...
Always, Every, Only by Susan Sarver
“Always, Every, Only” by Susan Sarver It only takes a half-hour three times a week to stay fit and a few vitamins every day are good plus a check-up every year, teeth every six months, unless you have kids with braces then it’s every four, sort of like smoke-detector batteries that were always every six months unless you track down the ones you only need to change every five years except when you have a child...
Shushed by Rebecca Roth
“Shushed” by Rebecca Roth The first person I (Shush!) is myself. We’re trying, I might say. But I can’t say. I could lose My job. So, I depend on you. On your public, privileged wars. And still more: on your private battles, private losses. Silence any open-eyed fear. Keep a white-knuckled lid on joy. Keep still: wait til you can’t deny; until then, deny! deny! deny!...
The Birth by Linda Ravenswood
“The Birth” by Linda Ravenswood The ones on four legs ran away. Her screams were a shock even to her. Though the mate had mated previously, he too kept in the outback. When the little one fell out from between her legs, she had no reason to smile and carry on with all of that laughing like she did, but she did it anyway. She picked him up; brought her mouth, over his nose, sucked out the clog, jettisoned red...
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