A Crown of Crows by Melissa Coss Aquino
“A Crown of Crows” by Melissa Coss Aquino I Upon her return she will be different. They gave her a clean slate, upon which to write a new life, for herself and me. New and transformed, no shadow of unmet hunger in her eyes; gone the bony grip, insatiable in its seeking and want. She will be clean and new and all things shiny like the plastic beads I used to love to wear in second grade. Will I be a reminder...
Leah by Lee Ingram
“Leah” by Lee Ingram There is sadness in the movement of my mother’s hands, a hesitation in the way she wraps her arms around my shoulders. There always has been. That hesitation dogs her steps, even basic movements like breathing, like sleeping. She walks gently so as to not disturb her sister, sleeping in the other room. She always has, like quiet is all she knows how to be anymore. We have the same whiskey...
Interloper by Berwyn Moore
“Interloper” by Berwyn Moore Like a hand, insomnia covers her mouth. She thinks of chores and spills and bills unsent, of Gertrude’s cough and fourteen weeks of drought. The attic shakes. Her body bristles. The misspent night she wills to light and fuss, to the chaos of breakfast, laundry, kids with gifts of earth between their toes, diversions from the loss of sleep, the jangled nerves, the doubtful worth of...
Remember This by Darlene Taylor
“Remember This” by Darlene Taylor “There’s no certain time to things,” I remembered mama saying as she reached for the canisters of flour, sugar, baking powder, salt and set them on the counter top. She sprinkled water in the flour and seasoned it with a dash of salt and baking powder. She didn’t use spoons. Her fingers were brown, the color of maple syrup with rounded nails. Working hands. She dug into the...
Las Mujeres by Gerda Govine Ituarte
“Las Mujeres” by Gerda Govine Ituarte watch daughters who listen with their eyes whose voices bloom they flower between rain drops weave their lives inside dreams with grandmothers’ breath future awakes in mouth of now. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Gerda Govine Ituarte Artist Statement: Her work appeared in The Altadena Poetry Review Anthology,...
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