Kittens by Chloe DeFilippis
“Kittens” by Chloe DeFilippis The last time my sister hopped the fence to get a ball from our neighbor’s yard, one of the kittens we’d been tracking was dead. Its black furred body was deflated. White foam crusted at the edges of its mouth. Mama told us to stay away from those cats—that their constant hissing meant rabies. We didn’t listen. We weren’t supposed to hop the fence either. When our old neighbors moved,...
House Dolls by Salud Mora Carriedo
“House Dolls” by Salud Mora Corriedo housework was everything in the world of nena’s dolls until one day came a visitor who talked of dolls stitching wounds baking highways cooking up bills and rules and dishing out their revolutions since then nena’s dolls have been restless— asking questions on what’s been going on beyond their fence today nena dresses up the dolls in shirts and pants and sends them out of...
Sisters by Marianne Murdock
“Sisters” by Marianne Murdock, from Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Marianne Murdock’s Artist Statement: Marianne Murdock is a published author, poet, and photographer: RANCH DOG, A Tribute to the Working Dog in the American West. Willow Creek Pres, 2000, and is also a published songwriter, having songs placed with...
Regina by Valerie Speedwell
“Regina” by Valerie Speedwell Regina is a blend of poetry and jazz, performance and lyrics, offensive, full of swagger, she found the world on fire and threw more flame on it, thick girl, addicted to jelly rolls and pies, the expanse of her spilling over chairs and benches and edges of things, fat but hungry for more because what they feeding her not filling her, dark-eyed girl, color of pitch, one tooth...
Eagle Girl by Claire McCabe
“Eagle Girl” by Claire McCabe We inhale the scent of the stable horse sweat, hay, leather, incense linking my childhood to my daughter’s. She kisses Feather’s velvet nose as she buckles the bridle. The grey gelding shifts his feet, accepts the weight of the saddle. I hoist her up, then lead the pair into sunshine. We both exclaim at the bald eagle overhead. Here, miles from the bay, the raptor soars above our...
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