Shushed by Rebecca Roth
“Shushed” by Rebecca Roth The first person I (Shush!) is myself. We’re trying, I might say. But I can’t say. I could lose My job. So, I depend on you. On your public, privileged wars. And still more: on your private battles, private losses. Silence any open-eyed fear. Keep a white-knuckled lid on joy. Keep still: wait til you can’t deny; until then, deny! deny! deny!...
The Birth by Linda Ravenswood
“The Birth” by Linda Ravenswood The ones on four legs ran away. Her screams were a shock even to her. Though the mate had mated previously, he too kept in the outback. When the little one fell out from between her legs, she had no reason to smile and carry on with all of that laughing like she did, but she did it anyway. She picked him up; brought her mouth, over his nose, sucked out the clog, jettisoned red...
Birth Marker by Gerda Govine Ituarte
“Birth Marker” by Gerda Govine Ituarte Newborn son two days of life tattoo needle dips into ink and his ashes burns “ADAM” on to her arm skin stings babies gone from here sing lullabies to her. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Gerda Govine Ituarte Artist Statement: Her work appeared in The Altadena Poetry Review Anthology, Coiled Serpent, Journal of Modern...
Movement by Deborah Staunton
“Movement” by Deborah Staunton I watched her eyes as they focused on the screen, her head, mannequin still, her lips a strained line. her body, motionless, mimicking my tiny lifeless unborn baby, willing her to move, just the flick of a finger, the drop of a shoulder, a barely discernible breath, just one sign that the small form on the screen could somehow reciprocate, the gift of movement, any movement....
Birthday by Shelley Blanton-Stroud
“Birthday” by Shelley Blanton-Stroud “No,” the doctor says when I ask, “Is everything all right?” His shiny bald head rises between my wide-spread knees, a perfect red balloon over the ball of my belly. Like a movie, I think, Demerol having its poetic effect. Numb below the waist, foggy above the neck, I watch grim-faced professionals race around the fluorescence, like ants disturbed, rolling machines,...
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