Identity by Gerda Govine Ituarte
“Identity” by Gerda Govine Ituarte What do you call a woman who is married? wife What do you call a woman whose husband died?...
A New Theology by Sheila Bender
“A New Theology” by Sheila Bender For Seth Bender, 1975-2000 Who has no likeness of a body and has no body is my son, now five months dead but in my dreams, my dreams he brings the peace in gardens. And I see him in his smile and he is hardy in the rolled up sleeves of his new shirt, well-fed when he has no likeness of a body and has no body. I see him next to me in conversation at a party and I believe that...
On the Eve of a Daughter’s Fortieth Birthday by Laurie Klein
“On the Eve of a Daughter’s Fortieth Birthday” by Laurie Klein Little fist of a plum on the chipped yellow plate, your heft—mottled violet, tinge of blue—defines awkward: Smooth skin girdles the bloom of pulp. Youth is a membrane, poised to tear, spill seed. Little plum, sealed tight, were you a door hinged to my fieldstone wall, where would I open? ____________________ Share your response to this...
Orbit without Gravity by Page Lambert
“Orbit without Gravity” by Page Lambert Once, daughter, in keeping with the turning of the moon—nine times we felt it turn during those months when we shared blood and breath, when the iron-rich beef I ate became the flesh that filled the hollows of your soft bones, before the nurse cut the cord and we began that long journey away from each other, once, daughter you needed me. Now, twenty-one years later, the...
There’s a Tornado in My Mind by Ann L. Carter
“There’s a Tornado in My Mind” by Ann L. Carter It comes and goes but lately it’s been lingering. Sometimes it wrecks the house, leaving us to stand amidst the piles, and how do I find the energy to put everything back together? Sometimes it takes my daughters, with me a shell of memories, desperate to find their photographs. Sometimes I alone am swept away, doubting that those remaining can ever find...
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