“After the Wake, Gramma Ruth Communes with Her Beloved,” a poem by Ellen Kombiyil.
“It didn’t flare like tissue or burn to ash but hovered many minutes …” To enjoy this feature as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop … or scroll down to read the poem in plain text. After the Wake, Gramma Ruth Communes with Her Beloved 1. “There in a jar, emptied of buttons — mama put a...
“Assisted Hatching,” an essay by Christine Caulfield.
The complicated quest to conceive. “To be barren was like having leprosy …” Image by Matthew Henry. We used to joke about being barren. Before we started trying to have a baby, when we were just talking about it, my partner and I would see in everything signs that I was barren and laugh. To be barren...
“Elegy for My Mother,” a poem by Ann Quinn.
Life, death, transfiguration. “It was to be a good death, a clean death, a loving death …” — 1. October 11, 1970 I am in my first-grade classroom in Lexington Park, Maryland. The teacher has made a space capsule from a card table and blanket. Inside are two children picked to be astronauts, a boy...
“Hide & Seek,” a poem by Carol Matos. A child is a galaxy.
“I follow your trail, the scent of morning dreams sliding into awake …” This feature is available, in slightly different format, on Medium. To enjoy this poem as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop and print or expand it. Or just scroll down and read it as plain text. sk k Hide & Seek – From...
“Parenting in the Negative,” an essay by Will Stockton. On deficits in the adoption of an older child.
“David said that he hated school, which meant teachers and other students: ‘They get me in trouble.’ Home-schooling would allow him to spend more time with us, he said.” Photograph by Chad Hunt. 2019. – This feature is available, in slightly different format, on Medium. – Parenting in the Negative Deficits in the adoption of...
