The boxes, stacked in the garage, seem new to me, plastic with clip-lock lids, but we’ve had them for years. They’re dusty and drizzled by Floridian garage-fawna. They don’t look like the […]
The boxes, stacked in the garage, seem new to me, plastic with clip-lock lids, but we’ve had them for years. They’re dusty and drizzled by Floridian garage-fawna. They don’t look like the […]
by Marley Andretti I knew I shouldn’t have worked that night. It was so cold and the snow had already accumulated to more than a foot. It was still snowing when […]
by Suzannah Gilman Not that long ago, I packed my four children into my mommy-van, making sure everyone was buckled in, prepared for the shopping trip in which […]
Work it, Girl! All through September, the Sirens will be singing songs of labor, whether it be childbirth labor, laboring toward artistic goals, or laboring to be the best selves we can […]
A Month of Animal Heat All through the month of August, in cicada song and steam, the Gloria Sirens will bring you animal stories, songs, poems, and pictures. We’ll feature summertime with our […]
Our Sundays with Dad go like this: at about 5:15 Dad arrives carrying a cloth grocery bag that contains two cans of lemon lime soda. He will mix the soda with red […]
by Terry Godbey She circles, distraught and loud, and like any expectant mother displays an unfortunate waddle. Behind her, a man emerges from the lake, shoes and shins dripping, holding her glistening […]
Bells by Julia Clare Tillinghast I dreamed my son was joining the army We were driving him there in a flood My mother-in-law and her daughters Were in the car with us crying […]
By Julia Connolly Fifteen years ago today, 15 years ago right now, I learned my son has autism. For months, I’d explained his behavior away, telling myself he didn’t respond to me […]
by Marcia Aldrich Nothing is simple. Nothing is pure. Sorrow folds inside the wings of happiness. And, as Louise Bogan says, “At midnight tears run into your ears.” ••• Late last April, […]