Earth’s Lullaby, or To the Child Now Grown by Kathleen McCoy
“Earth’s Lullaby, or To the Child Now Grown” by Kathleen McCoy Before the wooly mammoth pounded here, before the wings of pterosaurs cleaved this brittle sky and pieces shattered, when glacier-fed streams greened the earth and bobbins of purple and gold bejeweled the grass, I saw you. I dreamed you, you danced behind your daddy’s eyes, and...
This Girl by Ellie O’Leary
“This Girl” by Ellie O’Leary Everybody in Somerville is either Irish or Italian and we’re Irish. Everybody is Catholic except a few are Protestant and we are High Episcopal. Everybody knows we are supposed to be Catholic but I know...
Entwined Moon by Lauren Triola
“Entwined Moon” by Lauren Triola I wanted to catch the moon. Wrap it in a string, wear it around my neck. I could drag the tides as I walked, guide my way with milky white, keep it on my desk at night and watch it wax and wane all for me. But then they told me no, I couldn’t catch the moon. Impossible, they said. Ridiculous. It’s not just a light in the sky, it’s a massive body of stone. It would crush me,...
Nice Girl by Cindy Lynn Brown
“Nice Girl” by Cindy Lynn Brown Nice Girl has greasy fingers and trouble breathing. She digs a basement underneath the house. She will use it as rehearsal space. Nice Girl always rehearses before speaking, before brushing herself free from dandruff and before mixing the ingredients. Nice Girl keeps many tiny things in boxes and drawers: shiny stones, creased playing cards and salient disappointments. Her most...
Sister’s Night Walk by Abbey Chew
“Sister’s Night Walk” by Abbey Chew Her nightgown, white and long, breaks the dark like a ship’s prow, then lets the night come together again around the flitting hem. Her breath shags out — just as white, just as white as the cotton — from her mouth only to drift back, curl over her ears, and away. As she moves, her body lights up the night for brief moments that seem like praise, the air around her...
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