The Disappointed Women by Celeste Helene Schantz
“The Disappointed Women” by Celeste Helene Schantz These are the tssking women; the women who glance sideways at my son. These are whispering women, who talk behind their hands; who wait for the bus with their precious brats, little rats with normal brains, mimicking my boy as he talks to the wind, to the robins; speaks in signs with small fingers flying fast as hummingbird wings. He tries to join their...
At Precisely the Corner by Faith Holsaert
“At Precisely the Corner” by Faith Holsaert at precisely the corner a woman with wild eyes as you are turning a kind of wildness as you are turning turn wall-eyed terror another whom you knew and now, look and now, not whom you thought and look again and you will see another she is walking close to the wall no room for a shadow a dog follows a feist dog who fits inside her shadow you know these dogs know them...
Kymopoeia by Tina Pocha
“Kymopoeia” by Tina Pocha They cut my breasts off. They want me to love, but they cut my breasts off. They gave me one earring. How can I be fair with just one earring? They say smile. I smile. They say smile. I smile. They say you are not smiling. I say, this is my smile. My son thinks I love his brother more. But I tell the Ayah to draw his bath and lay out his clothes. My son thinks I love his brother...
Margie’s Monologue by Thelma Virata de Castro
“Margie’s Monologue” by Thelma Virata de Castro (Excerpted from the full-length play Cookies for Prisoners) MARGIE (White housewife. Sixty.) When I got pregnant with Jude, I was so happy. Larry and I had already given up on having kids. Larry didn’t want to go to any hocus-pocus fertility doctors. I hit forty and I thought, “That’s it.” No baby for me. Our lives kept us busy, but I always...
Always, Every, Only by Susan Sarver
“Always, Every, Only” by Susan Sarver It only takes a half-hour three times a week to stay fit and a few vitamins every day are good plus a check-up every year, teeth every six months, unless you have kids with braces then it’s every four, sort of like smoke-detector batteries that were always every six months unless you track down the ones you only need to change every five years except when you have a child...
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