Alexis Rhone Fancher: Three Pantoums for My Sister
Enough already! My sister says..
I can’t bear to watch you anymore.
I know she’s right. But I can’t stop.
I mean where would I put my sorrow?
Gerry LaFemina: Spring Redux
Every bird’s got perfect pitch
they remind me again,
even that bitchy blue jay
on the high branches of the apple tree.
Alexis Rhone Fancher: Kate’s Pantoum
My best friend shows up two days post mortem.
Her soul not yet departed, she sits on my bed.
The mattress gives with her weight; I feel her shadow.
When I reach for her, she’s gone.
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Stillbirth
I sometimes go months without remembering you.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.
Dawn Potter: Epithalamion for Grendel
He strides into storms, he wades into pools of silt.
Christine Rhein: Dear Child
from letters written in Texas by detained, immigrant mothers to their sons and daughters (Los Angeles Times, July 10, 2018) I write you these words. I miss you so … Continue reading
