Jo McDougall: This Morning
A woman laughs
and my daughter steps out of the radio.
Grief spreads in my throat like strep.
May 9, 2021 · 3 Comments
Jo McDougall: What We Need
Lola the Lion Tamer and the Great Valdini
in Nikes and jeans
sharing a tired cigarette
January 5, 2020 · 2 Comments
Jo McDougall: Telling Time
My son and I walk away from his sister’s day-old grave. Our backs to the sun, the forward pitch of our shadows tells us the time. By sweetest accident he … Continue reading
May 9, 2017 · Leave a comment
Jo McDougall: A Way With Mules
I don’t like writing about the dead, conjuring them in language that some of them never would have used— pushing them onstage, saying, “Go. It doesn’t have to be the … Continue reading
April 20, 2017 · 1 Comment