
Metaphors by Sylvia Plath I’m a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! This loaf’s big with […]
Metaphors by Sylvia Plath I’m a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! This loaf’s big with […]
by Becca Hensley That Goddess of Willendorf, stone figure unearthed by sturdy farmer’s hands, speaks to me. And now I burst with children, I am jam packed, crammed, congested with little hands […]
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 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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]