When she was a girl she dragged her doll by the hair and scorched her feet on a hot slide. She crawled in the basement with a cottonmouth snake. Even her front tooth dangled from…
Browsing Category Poetry
On the Corner of 5th and Orange
the three of us turn right. Past the iron fence wrapped in raspberry, thick with bee song and morning glory’s violet, the tree’s jaw and its opera throat hitting all the right notes. Past the…
Midden / Appetite
My mother calls herself our trash heap. She eats what we won’t, grows plump on our leftover eggs, bread crusts, the bitter-hearted lotus seeds we cannot stomach. We have small appetites. Waiting for us is…
Two Poems from Liz Lampman
Spell for Burning Gender with a line from Elizabeth Bishop Call on the moon: illuminate! For night recalls the ache of barely kindled flame and I the sweat in which our bodies met— the…
Two Poems from Sean Cho A.
Dress Up The men in my family tell me American girls love American boys in the dark. I asked my grandfather how to dress. He wasn’t sure what “American boys” wore so he dressed me…