piano that disappeared
milk
that didn’t…
feather in the stomach
of my angel’s ghost
I thought girlhood the boyhood of grief
childcare, handprints, the failed hearts
of octopi
toy / on a stair / left there / by doll
god (memory)
making its way
through the useless
infant
myself
an impressionist
(because all
my mothers
faint
my wording, insufficient, but these things say it correctly:
dark acre by Canese Jarboe:
dark acre – poems – Canese Jarboe
patient. by Bettina Judd:
patient. – poems – Bettina Judd
VOID SETS by Michelle Gottschlich:
VOID SETS – poems – Michelle Gottschlich
Inquisition by Kazim Ali:
Inquisition – poems – Kazim Ali
Third-Millennium Heart,by Ursula Andkjær Olsen, translated by Katrine Øgaard Jensen:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/03/11/third-millennium-heart-poetry-ursula-andkjaer-olsen-translated-by-katrine-ogaard-jensen/
Adrenalin by Ghayath Almadhoun, translated by Catherine Cobham:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/03/10/adrenalin-poetry-ghayath-almadhoun/
One Throne by Rae Hoffman Jager:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/03/10/one-throne-poems-rae-hoffman-jager/
hooked through by Sara Moore Wagner:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/03/09/hooked-through-poems-sara-moore-wagner/
Saudade by Traci Brimhall:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/03/07/saudade-traci-brimhall/
Indictus by Natalie Eilbert:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/03/04/indictus-poems-natalie-eilbert/
Two Towns Over by Darren C. Demaree:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/02/12/two-towns-over-poems-darren-c-demaree/
Portrait of a Body in Wreckages by Meghan McClure:
https://isacoustic.wordpress.com/2018/02/10/portrait-of-a-body-in-wreckages-prose-meghan-mcclure/
what nostalgia is to angel, eyesore is to animal
most mothers
hate
being filmed
there is the way I hold my son
& there is
the way I hold my son
while running
in place
tornado means
I am touched
in a house
with no
basement
wherever it is your father goes
the postcards
there
are small
oh to see jesus
walk at all
– for Jill
I’ve said it before
that you were born
when your body
came for you
I am out
of wonder
how
does another
beast
tell
mama
beast
the story
of its
yesterday
not even
the garden
stayed
in the garden
/ today
I peeled an orange
beside
my son’s
ear- skin, I said
fruit
I didn’t (& the healthy
they pondered
their banishment
mouth
in memoriam, this baby
unable
to kneel, I can’t say
it is crying, it misses
milk
and misses
hearing
its unpracticed
grief, its god
is asking
who can lose
the same
thumb
twice, oh
tv
or somewhere
to leave
a lamb
for every fish he kills, his future lover eats a piece of chalk. it’s mealtime & I hate my body. your brother preaches outhouse and mousetrap to those whose hands have names- inkling, hosanna. what do parrots
do parrots
grieve
