Poems
“I read the line over and over / as if I might discern / the little fires set / the flames of an idea licking the page”
“Illumination,” Natasha Trethewey
Death Dresses | Poetry
Death Dresses A Death Doula? these words come with cop cars; hot frantic alarms incredulity The little girl insideme grew uphad kidsdied in your bed.(hysterical) This town ain’t big enough for the both of us anyway the he/him beard and my little ponies I...
Legacy | Poetry
Legacy i click my wrist bones together like two strangers kept captive i nosedive in friction and curve with the depths trapped in gaps where i just can’t find my voice yet, there— lain beneath...
Sestina for My Mother | Poetry
Atlanta Writer’s Club Presents… The Natasha Trethewey Prize for Poetry Winner: Elizabeth Bracken Sestina for My Mother When I was four, I would sit in a brown wooden chair in the kitchen and my mother would braid my hair. Then she would turn...
Cultivation | Poetry
Cultivation Why do our bodies make things they do not need? Seeds from a fast food kids’ meal in a backyard whiskey barrel make juicy little red globes on the vine. Replication is supposed to be a highly regulated routine, a pageant of proteins and cytoskeletal...
