By J. Mae Barizo
Morning in the city and the performance
that is Madison Avenue wearing diamond
studs for breakfast, my…
that is Madison Avenue wearing diamond
studs for breakfast, my…
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- By Li-Young LeeAnother word for father is worry.
Worry boils the water
for tea in the middle of the night.
Worry trimmed… - By Sharon OldsBut I love the I, steel I-beam
that my father sold. They poured the pig iron
into the mold, and it fed… - By Blas FalconerIn Francisco Oller’s El Velorio, a child lies
on a table as if sleeping. It is covered in lace
and blossoms… - By Jordan PérezWhen the purple snap peas in the garden
couldn’t find anything to grasp onto, the shoots
ferned into… - By Ada LimónOn my way to the fertility clinic,
I pass five dead animals.
First a raccoon with all four paws… - By Christian J. CollierWe were ravaged by our loss, our child.
In the shower, slightly past midnight,
after I’d covered the … - By Christian J. CollierBetween us, there are one hundred one
umber haints in our home.
In bed, we discuss
our future, our children… - By James JoyceFrail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's wan wave… - By Bertrand N. O. WalkerHush thee and sleep, little one,
The feathers on thy board sway to and fro;
The shadows reach far downward… - By Li-Young LeeSad is the man who is asked for a story
and can’t come up with one.
His five-year-old son waits in … - By Brian SneedenMy daughter says she is the Wolf Singer.
She plants the vertebrae of her enemies
like seeds. She’s three… - By Carlina Duanin the waiting room, I watched women snap
rubber bands around their wrists, running
their hands through… - By Kate Aschethe sacitself wasclearand I cleaned itlike a windowand in the windowsaw my babyour baby[birdlike…
- By Kush ThompsonYou will tell your babies, someday,
of the little house behind the wall clock.
They will love most … - By Catherine BarnettIt should be easy, I tell my son,
to dispose of the possessions kept
in these rooms.
I’ve left some… - By Tomás Q. MorínIn this life, there are stars
and there are stunt doubles.
Before I became one of those fathers
obsessed… - By Liz BerryI crossed the border into the Republic of Motherhood
and found it a queendom, a wild queendom.
I handed… - By Sharon OldsI did not deserve to be beaten,
and I did not deserve ballet lessons—
except insofar as everyone deserves… - By Ellen ElderMy daughter’s cellphone works
only on the veranda. A metronome
pulses the hours. Boats comb the lake…