Breathing Room by Holly Norton
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Boy Child by Gerda Govine Ituarte
“Boy Child” by Gerda Govine Ituarte Boy child what could I have done differently Boy child where does the blame live Boy child quiet Boy child did not bother anyone Boy child shy Boy child withdrew at fourteen Boy child scared to talk on phone Boy child wanted to be a neuroscientist Boy child isolated Boy child attended college Boy child never hurt anyone Boy child communicated by email Boy child visits home...
Identity by Gerda Govine Ituarte
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A New Theology by Sheila Bender
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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...
Does the sea remember everything? I wonder.
Does she absorb everything? Does she keep it safe?
Virginia Woolf
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The Q: Can you fathom the spectacle that would be created if we moved together, arms outstretched, close enough to touch?
The Q: What echoes through you that longs to take form—a poem, an image, a mark, a whisper of becoming?
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