Incantation by Maureen Cummins
“Incantation” by Maureen Cummins INANNA. ENHEDUANNA. NISABA, colored as the stars. KALI, The Ferocious, The Vengeful, goddess of fury. MEDEA. ELECTRA. LADY MACBETH. IPHIGENIA, murdered by her father. SAPPHO. MURASAKI. DE PIZAN. Learn your alphabet. Practice your ABCs: Aphra Ben. Aphra Ben. Aphra Ben. _________________________________________________________ JOAN OF ARC, bound and burned. HÉLOÏSE, captured and...
Last Bus by Lynn Tudor Deming
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The Vigil by Dipika Guha
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At the Whaling Museum, Point Lobos by Ruth Thompson
“At the Whaling Museum, Point Lobos” by Ruth Thompson Let us begin here: outside the one-room whaling museum at Point Lobos, beneath the dark arms of cypresses. White bones of whales lie stacked— chained together so that no one can steal them. No charnal ground, no messy metamorphoses, no vultures. Only the antler shapes of Cypress’s transcendence, and these white bones, past changing. Drybones like stones....
Promise by Barbara Sullivan
“Promise” by Barbara Sullivan Age is the great unseen divider of souls—each from the other and from its own former selves—and at the same time, it’s the one commonality that can be counted on: we have only to wait a while and we understand everyone. Time both speeds up and elongates as one ages—maybe relativity is somehow at work—and I feel close to the people I have loved and lost in a new way as I pass...
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What treasures are secreted in the deepest places, the bathys, and how will we recover their promise?
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