Natalie Wee – When my grandmother begins to forget

Natalie Wee When my grandmother begins to forget   This sentence begins where her memory ends: my grandmotheron the beach in the evening, calf-deep in water. The shoreline glittering amber bottles & a second set of footprints. Her palmsshatter the foam’s pale roof, then emerge, clean & hollow. The simplest migration. No proof of motion […]

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Jessica Lynn Suchon – Penumbra

Jessica Lynn Suchon Penumbra   Child again, I steal my mother’s thimbles: little bellsring on each fingertip, wedding bells, stiffsteel skirts forever twirling open. Once it was  like this: I was a girl. Each night my mothertucked me into bed, tickled her fingers acrossmy forehead, down the bridge of my slender nose, promised pleasant dreams, […]

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Robert Fillman – The Blue Hour

Robert Fillman The Blue Hour   Twenty years since I stood waitingby the third-floor bedroom windowat dusk, thinking about the ghoststories my grandfather recycledthose cold Pennsylvania daysjust after we set back the clocks,gained the extra blue hour of light,that sacred time when the livingand the dead can see each other. I remember the steam whirlingfrom […]

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E. Kristin Anderson – Find an Answer in Floorboards or Flowers

E. Kristin Anderson Find an Answer in Floorboards or Flowers (a golden shovel after Kesha)    This summer I hold myself in the shadow of honey; I don’tremember how to be warm. Show me the water and I’ll careto raise hell, carry light in a rosewood bowl—I know who’s planning a coup. I’ll stay, finish […]

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