The Button Box by Rebecca Olander
May13

The Button Box by Rebecca Olander

  “The Button Box” by Rebecca Olander   I loved combing through my grandmother’s            box of buttons,                      picking favorites to keep.           I thought it wonderful to say...

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Legacy by Carol Smallwood
May13

Legacy by Carol Smallwood

  “Legacy” by Carol Smallwood   My grandmother pinned hairpin lace bibs on grandfather’s bathing beauty calendars, crocheted jelly glass holders for Queen Anne’s Lace. Her flour sack scarves—hemmed to look like they had no hems, have hourglass patterns echoing her figure unfamiliar with backs of chairs. As the neighborhood midwife she whispered: “garcon” for a boy, “jeune fille” if a girl to keep such delicate...

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No Love Letters by Helen Casey
May13

No Love Letters by Helen Casey

  “No Love Letters” by Helen Casey   There were no love letters to my grandmother. She could not read. I would be making it up if I described thin blue sheets of words binding them. Or roses. He was, as she was, from the old country, the man who would be my grandfather. Without money. It was 1919. He came to return a gun he had used. Your children need a father. Mine need a mother. She might have liked more of...

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Linney Stepp by Diane Gilliam
May06

Linney Stepp by Diane Gilliam

“In Linney Stepp, acclaimed poet Diane Gilliam gives us the story of a girl who breaks free from the force-field of her family to become herself. When we meet Linney, she is about to be traded for her distant cousin Robbie so that he can help her dad on the farm and she can help his mother keep an eye on Aunt Hesty, who is prone to wandering and revelations. Both young people chafe at being swapped like tools. But before this rich and...

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lithopaedion by Carrie Nassif
May06

lithopaedion by Carrie Nassif

Carrie Nassif’s visionary and cutting-edge collection explores the heat and blood, magic, grief and ecstasy of motherhood, particularly how this rite of passage and change of status transforms who we are from the inside out. As she writes in one poem, “a child emerges from the vapor first/ and everything else collapses to become its mother.” Her tilting imagery and daring rhymes take us into a wider view of how language and life can...

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