Patience by Mary Elise Bailey
Nov15

Patience by Mary Elise Bailey

  “Patience” by Mary Elise Bailey   from “Songs for Spring”   I curl around the bulb of a strange blue flower, its nascent lines, in darker blues, delphic and hidden, like a cross between a wish and a map no one can read. I wait for the leftover snow to melt, last year’s grass, still tinted green. I wait for the lines to reveal their intentions, to thicken, to ripen, as the ground slowly unfolds its...

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Doors by Dawn Banghart
Nov15

Doors by Dawn Banghart

  “Doors” by Dawn Banghart   Each morning can start different or like this. Each morning can be an open door. Forget the coffee, forget the shower if you could forget responsibilities right now where would you go after tugging open the door? Nothing is needed, not even your shoes leave them, laces untied, lights off. Outdoors you will find a predawn sky a faint brightness in the east with one airplane coming or...

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Women’s Work by Jude Rittenhouse
Nov15

Women’s Work by Jude Rittenhouse

  “Women’s Work” by Jude Rittenhouse   I am ironing. Mother said that, when I was a baby, I watched her iron. Hour after hour. In the 1950’s, women pressed dresses, napkins, stacks of men’s white shirts, even sheets. My eyes followed her hands, back and forth, endlessly smoothing life’s wrinkles and creases. All of my adult life, I have hated ironing. Now, I am ironing. Another woman friend has learned: cancer....

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Psalm of Fire and Water by Cristina Baptista
Nov15

Psalm of Fire and Water by Cristina Baptista

  “Psalm of Fire and Water” by Cristina Baptista                   “[Christ’s] mother gave birth to him without ever having loved.                 She wasn’t a woman: she was a suitcase.”...

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Call by Alla Bozarth
Nov15

Call by Alla Bozarth

  “Call” by Alla Bozarth   Inspired by “Mountain Moving Day,” 1911,  by the Japanese Feminist Poet, Yosano Akiko.   There is a new sound of roaring voices in the deep and light-shattered rushes in the heavens.   The mountains are coming alive, the fire-kindled mountains, moving again to reshape the earth.   It is we sleeping women, waking up in a darkened world, cutting the chains from off our...

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