It’s strange how hair is a body part—it’s yours and it isn’t. It belongs as much to you as your height, your hands, your nose. It binds you to the ancestors who […]
Song of Wanton Locks
The Truth About Pip: Dogs, Divorce, and Memoir
Originally posted on The Border Collie Inquisitor:
Casey loved any kind of play Some readers of my memoir, For the Love of a Dog, say the end dissatisfies them. If I loved…
The Transfer
by Elise Hempel His car rolls up to the curb, you switch your mood, which doll to bring and rush out again on the sliding steps of your shoes half-on, forgetting […]
Wearing Mom
by Gianna Russo There is no way she would miss it. Nothing would keep my mother away from the wedding of her first grandchild—not even her death nearly five years earlier. […]
“Charlotte Managed” — Praise for Terry Godbey’s “Hold Still.”
by Martin Achatz, an editor at Passages North, “Wilbur admired the way Charlotte managed… “Charlotte the spider is a survivor. She doesn’t depend on Lurvy to bring her food. She doesn’t scrounge through […]
What Will I Tell His Daughter
by Meg Day When they removed the yellow tape from the doorway, our neckless birds still sat, unfolding, on the tabletop, his stack of paper—foils & florals & one tartan velum—fanning out […]
Arrival
by Ann LaBar When I arrive, my father will ask, “They pay you for that?” And I will answer no. Payment For poetry is rarely legal tender. It is broken barrettes, non-pareils […]
Mountains and DNA
By Julia Connolly Driving up the crumbling mountain road I’m bombarded by metaphors, snuck up on by similes. As we near the site of the wedding I’m silently singing the words to […]
Parents Without Partners Toga Dance, Circa 1970’s
by Patricia Fargnoli Stardust hung over the American Legion Hall as we headed from our car to the door, sheathed in sheets, mid-life, pocketbooks swinging. Something better happen, Maureen said. As we […]
Mind-Body Problem
by Katha Pollitt When I think of my youth I feel sorry not for myself but for my body. It was so direct and simple, so rational in its desires, wanting to be […]
The Gloria Sirens 