She Let Herself Go by George Ella Lyon
Sep23

She Let Herself Go by George Ella Lyon

“She Let Herself Go” by George Ella Lyon   1. She let herself go    soft    fat   sexual    She let herself go to the library to college to extremes    She let herself go wild   and gray   and all the way  She let herself go deep    go alone    go sane     She let herself stay    She let herself abide by her own rules    She let herself out    She let herself in    Let herself in for it    She put down her mask    She...

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Hymnal, Linda Ravenswood
Sep23

Hymnal, Linda Ravenswood

  Hymnal by Linda Ravenswood     And there she was —    on Broadway    between 49th    and 50th —        and you know          what that means, even if you don’t know the city        you can still feel it —          because New York    is...

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Bracelets by G. Evelyn Lampart
Sep23

Bracelets by G. Evelyn Lampart

  Bracelets by G. Evelyn Lampart   Sophie is wearing bracelets – I can hear them jangling. I can’t take my eyes off her face to look at them because she’ll think she isn’t interesting. That would break her stream of confidential I am special speak. She is talking non-stop again. About herself. Herself as a woman who is jealous of younger women, the 25-year-olds, with privilege, and with trust funds. I understand. I tell her...

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we should have by Carrie Nassif
Sep23

we should have by Carrie Nassif

  we should have By Carrie Nassif   we, the sisterhood of barbed wire museums who among us isn’t a collection of prickly, of misused connections of twisting pointed links crafted by thumb and elbow-grease once wound-tight-over-driftwood wires long since uncoiled from their uprights those fence-mending callouses all smoothed away with time it was yellow polaroids ago water over rocks under bridges we should have lassoed...

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Open or Safe by Laura Grace
Sep23

Open or Safe by Laura Grace

  “Open or Safe” by Laura Grace     When she decided to go back, it opened again. The stitches popped in response to that final thought, that, I miss her more, moment. She went to the hospital the next day. She needed to be closed before she could make that phone call and she wanted to be sewn up before she began to pack herself back in. The doctor fingered the would-be scar. “This is a strange happening,” he...

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