By Raymond Luczak
its still hard to enunciate ghosts talk how-how not easy to master context none its glossary is impossible me life complain...
Explore Poems: Infancy
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- By Elana BellI am living outside of time and space as I have known it. When I walk through my neighborhood streets...
- By Sandra DollerI thought a tree dying was a sign of pestilence or terror or you’d done something wrong in your life...
- By Joyce Carol OatesI was Little Albert. Nine months old in the famous film. In a white cotton nightie, on a lab table sitting...
- By Alyse KnorrBetween us bobs the baby, solemn in her infant wet suit. The pool is the only place where screaming ...
- By Sandra Maria EstevesHalf blue, feet first she battled into the world. Hardly surviving the blood cord twice wrapped, tense...
- By Elise HempelEven now, after all these years, my father, 89, still uncertain when I call whose voice it is—Ann's ...
- By Rae ArmantroutDress like you care! Eat like you care! Care like you care! You don’t think apples just grow on trees...
- By Margaret HasseDoes my little son miss the smell of his first mother? I wonder as the mewl of his mouth opens toward...
- By Matthew DickmanBlue light ringing through the green grass. The bent heads of petals are not praying to anything or ...
- By Aracelis Girmaysister was the wolf & could cross easily through the mountain dark to den keen & quivered with the muscular...
- By Yusef KomunyakaaSay licked clean at birth. Say weeping in the tall grass, where this tantalizing song begins, birds ...
- By Bettina M. WalkerMy daddy understood the richness of color and shunned my oldest sister’s whitewashed birth. Who the white child...
- By Truong Tranit has long been forgotten this practice of the mother weaning a child she crushes the seeds of a green...
- By Yona HarveyShe’s got a hundred & two temperature, delivery room nurses said. You’re gonna live, though — long enough to know...
- By Rachel RichardsonNovel unbegun, half-loaf rising, lighthouse northward and anchor south. Lemon to grapefruit, you sleep...
- By Carol Muske-DukesThe pure amnesia of her face, newborn. I looked so far into her that, for a while, the visual held no...
- By Stanley MossThe first thing I did against my will is see light. Older, in my mother’s belly with a good mind, I ...
- By Bob HicokMy wife went into the pantry for peaches but came out with a baby — I hadn’t noticed the house was pregnant...
