Category Archives: Poetry

“Gertrude Stein, Part Two” by Lori Lasseter Hamilton

annotations, headnotes, footnotes, biographies. bibliographies, indexes, tables of content, concordances. a jumble of words. a critical mass packed into my brain as i study for class, pasting all the pieces of this anthology together like a jigsaw puzzle. jigsaw pieces … Continue reading

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“Dawn, DFW International” by John A. McDermott

The note above the urinal written on a blue Post-It told me NO H20! I side-stepped down a few tiled feet like solo Fred Astaire, where a chunk of chewed gum— pale pink and rigid—sat forlorn next to the drain. … Continue reading

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“Holy Mayonnaise” by Marissa Rose

I pray you get whatever answer you’ve been hoping for says the cashier, sliding the home pregnancy test into my bag, next to the mayo. One item in my plastic sack now ascendant in blessings, I blush, hurry a thank-you, … Continue reading

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“Mother Possum” by Marissa Rose

I saw her dead body curled at the crook where two country roads crossed each other– the casualty of some SUV or F150, no doubt. Knowing that opossums are marsupials, I wondered if she once pouched her babies like coins … Continue reading

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“Robins at the Bath” by Judith Skillman

Inside the clay bowl, this one, large as a hen, shakes feathers, a blur of wing and orange breast. Others come hurrying across the lawn. As in each hierarchy, the strongest bird hogs the water, preening, pluming, beaked. A quick-witted … Continue reading

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“After Winter Solstice” by Judith Skillman

Still it comes early, sun setting over a lake. It glows as if encaustic, a yellow trance we embrace. Take the days—holy and dark, how they fatigue us as they pass, our dance a term, the “hellidays.” We flirt with … Continue reading

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“I’ll Have a Virgin Mint Julep” by Judith Skillman

He said, and that set the stage, loud Christmas music played through speakers: Silent Night, Ho- ly night, all is calm, all is bright. The virgin birth necessary. Fallen world, he said, and hovered at my side. Up till four, … Continue reading

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