“Flight Theory,” by Allison Adair
[ezcol_1quarter] Wstawaj, don’t speak, he will wake, and come for you. My hand over your mouth is our goodbye. His black feathers stir, no wind, oil upon oil, his long beak shines. Take this, I have saved it all slowly in a shoe, zrób co mówię, lodge it in the gathers at your waist and never exhale. Run, road to station to the dim nodding ship. Szybko. You will know no one. If you hear me calling you, moja córka, close the door to us....
“The Immaculate Heart of Mary,” by Ingrid Jendrzejewski
Steel City, 1910 Magda descends on Polish Hill like so much of the metal whose siren song lured our fathers and grandfathers away from their matki and motherland. Within a week, she is selling newspapers on the street corners. Within two, she has us organised. We wear our brothers’ clothing, we cut our hair. She teaches us to spit; we forget our breasts. She brings us papers and we sell them. We take our pennies, she takes a...
Heating and Cooling by Beth Ann Fennelly
Buy from Norton Watch the Trailer The 52 micro-memoirs in genre-defying Heating & Cooling offer bright glimpses–some as short as a sentence, some a paragraph or a page— into a richly lived life, combining the compression of poetry with the truth-telling of nonfiction into one heartfelt, celebratory book. Ranging from childhood recollections to quirky cultural observations, these micro-memoirs build on one another to arrive...
“Goner,” by Beth Ann Fennelly
That Friday, after morning mass, the priests visited our third grade and announced a meeting for prospective altar boys. I went. Me, a girl. Why did I go? First, I was attracted to the theatrics: the costuming with the alb and the cincture, the stately procession down the aisle with the cross and the thurible (the censer filled with incense) that one of the altar boys (the thurifer) swung on its Jacob Marley chains. I...
2017 Reading as Fellowship
[ezcol_2third_end] These readings are my offerings to all of you. Listen to these poems once, twice. Perhaps one will speak to you strongly enough that you will choose to learn it by heart. Then write beautiful words of your own. Because they are the ones I most need. —Michelle Wing When our AROHO board held its retreat in March, we were asked to bring some type of small gift or offering. As I sat in my writing studio, thinking...
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