Who Am I?

“Let’s go for a walk,” she’d say, and then my mother would circle the block. I’d question why we couldn’t go farther. My body could handle it. But Merry Nell’s couldn’t. She needed a horcrux or, perhaps, more than one horcrux. To figure that out, she’d need a longer walk through the neighborhood. She’d be …

Blue Moon

Mom gets two full moons, one early, one on New Year’s Eve eve when we talk as only mothers and daughters can— speech as rocky as the lunar surface. After she’s gone will I still orbit her earth? Will her tides still move my every wave? I am standing alone, waving goodbye. She will ring …

Still

A clump of bluebonnets stands in the alley long pastMemorial Day. Usually they’re fried by Easter.In the spring they grow in green pastures, beside busy highways. Now they look tired, out of place,like they didn’t get the notice that it’s timeto make room for the warm wild flowers.Tomorrow is Independence Day, and they’re still there …

All the Poets

See all articles • See all poems A Anderson, Scott Edward B Barkat, L.L. Barry, Tina Bateman, Claire Bernstein, Carole Billone, Amy Blevins, Allison Boggess, Laura C Castle, Luanne Curtin, Shannon D Dower, Kim G Goodyear, Marcus H Holmes, Karen Paul Howe, Marie I Iorio, Vicki Vener K Karetnick, Jen King, Sandra Heska Kipling, Rudyard …