By Liz Berry
I crossed the border into the Republic of Motherhood
and found it a queendom, a wild queendom.
I handed…
and found it a queendom, a wild queendom.
I handed…
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- By Ocean VuongSuppose you do change your life.
& the body is more than
a portion of night––sealed
with bruises. Suppose… - By Patricia Smith62. You would have been 62.
I would have given you a Roosevelt Road
kinda time, an all-night jam in … - By Charlotte PenceWhat is death to us? We've heard that myth,
a ghost story to tell around a camp fire.
We're too busy… - By Forrest GanderAnd then smelling it,
feeling before
the sound even reaches
him, he kneels at
cliff's edge and for the… - By Jan-Henry GrayThe young mother born
with the wrong name
boards a plane.
Flanked by
her second and third child,
she… - By Zeina Hashem BeckMy mother says I sure was heaven-sent
& determined on making her life hell—
cried every afternoon, &… - By Paisley RekdalAre the drapes drawn open or being closed?
Each of the heavy, velvet wings is clasped
in the hands of… - By Jenny Zhangmy mother had two vaginas
one to birth me and one to keep me
inside the first one I had two names
my… - By Clodagh Beresford DunneWhat happens to a heart after death?
It pounds around the rib cage,
at last leaps through the sternum… - By Devon Walker-FigueroaReed, who’s got one strike left before he gets
life, tells me afterbirth is what the cougars are after… - By Angela LeightonIt’s gone thirty years since this light steel disc
warmed to his skin,
sixty and more since I laid my… - By J. Jennifer EspinozaI turned twenty-four and
dad decided to take
another stab at making
a man out of me.
On his command,… - By Michael LallyI wait and wonder
what I’d do
if someone said pick your 60 best poems.
Pick all of them? Or any?
Maybe… - By Greg DelantyI’m back again scrutinizing the Milky Way
of your ultrasound, scanning the dark
matter, the nothingness… - By Bernadette MayerEcstatic experiences with nature
This is an automatic furnace
Do not drop or roll
Do not handle with… - By Aracelis Girmaysister was the wolf
& could cross easily through
the mountain dark to den
keen & quivered with
the… - By W. S. GrahamWhat are you going to do
With what is left of yourself
Now among the rustling
Of your maybe best years… - By Yusef KomunyakaaSay licked clean at birth. Say
weeping in the tall grass, where
this tantalizing song begins,
birds … - By Chase TwichellShe was always elsewhere.
That’s what Mom wants
carved on her stone.
When did she first realize
there…