Unwinding by Anita Barnard
“Unwinding” by Anita Barnard Broad and capable, still brown from the long gone summer, they carry you through the joyous whys and whats of your days. Had destiny given us a different setting, my intrepid daughter, you would not be running now through our overgrown garden. The binding woman would come. I would wrap my arms around your fragile limbs, stiffen against your pain as feet were folded, bound, broken....
Premonition by Faith Holsaert
“Premonition” by Faith Holsaert When I return, my car motor labors up the rise. Our shingled house hunkers into the green woods, the blue and white sky snapping like bed sheets on a line. I am putting the car in gear and setting the brake, gathering purse, books, and a bag of groceries from the IGA. The brown dog leaps barking off the porch, and the shepherd mix hurries toward me, ready to put his body...
Spear Maiden to Persephone by Geri Lipschultz
“Spear Maiden to Persephone” by Geri Lipschultz All superheroes are violent, so do not marry one, but all who are not superheroes are also violent. A discovery made by one of the female explorers. Empty pages, my life has been that for a while. I’ve stepped into someone else’s book. I’ve skated on their pages. I’ve relinquished my religion and my height. I’ve given up my hair for a good cause. They must...
The Bones of His Face by Jan Lewbin
“The Bones of His Face” by Jan Lewbin I invited My son Glorious and brilliant Yet so adrift separate distant From me In that painful precarious place Between boy and man To approach And come close He laid his head in my lap Rested his shoulders on my thighs And nestled his lean body Along the length of mine So that I could soothe The taut skin between his brows Circle my finger tips At his temples And stroke...
Outside Modern Myths: Waiting in the Car While the Teens Battle on Game Night by Rebecca Olander
“Outside Modern Myths: Waiting in the Car While the Teens Battle on Game Night” by Rebecca Olander My son and his geek friends are beautiful, with their Magic cards and D10 dice, their plastic-sheathed comic books and revelry in their own stink in the backwoods of gaming stores, huddled around tables like Tolkien’s fellowship round a fire. Sometimes, they role-play in forests, becoming weekend healers, totem...
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