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Poetry

  • Foreshadow

    April 11, 2017

    I mean, Eve probably should’ve seen it coming
    the first time she took her toddler boys
    to the grocery store
    which in her day was just a…

  • I sleep beneath a quilt

    April 11, 2017

    and dream of cotton, lace, silk,
    of women’s hands held just-so,
    the needle set, thread pulled
    across beeswax or tongue,
    stitches sung while women

    sew memories. I sleep beneath
    music…

  • In Situ

    February 12, 2017

    In the valley between bone and bone
    where my children stretched awake
    and where a silent, sudden roll, a tumbling,
    would slide into comfort again,
    their movements, their…

  • Princess

    February 12, 2017

    Rumpelstiltskin cried
    because you belong to me;
    baby spun golden,
    milky skin stained with roses—
    eyes fished from the blue North Sea.