By Karen Price Mother. Oh mother. Before I drew breath you knew me. You whispered (deep whirs) whispered my name in your sleep. When my father ascended from his pit of bright […]
Whispers to My Mother
Monster Mash: Three poems by Ruth Foley
Dear Bride How I loved your swan hiss and screech, your electric hair. I loved the ragged strips of cloth that bound your fragile arms, as if you could not trust […]
The Gloria Sirens 