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Kimberly Kearns

The Cry That Carries I hear the mournful call of the loon. The deep, lonely sigh echoes off the mountaintops. Tumbling across the surface of...

Jen Rouse

Convenience My daughter calls my gym a cult,my desire at this age to be alive inmuscle and sweat a mysteryto youth. Perimenopause is the newlittle...

Lauren Crawford

Day #78 The scouts are rowdy again as they parade to the pool. They skip in circles around me and make a game out of who can...

Anya Kirshbaum

Letter From the Edge of Every Known Thing Dear Ginkgo, are we so different? You at the edge of undress—I, undone, unkempt, infant at my...

Elizabeth Torres

Elegy for the platform I built of untreated cedar wood planks from Home Depot, that I painted madder yellow, overlaid with Scandinavian flowers like something...

Emily Patterson

Uninhabited That January we ate ramen, broth sharpas vinegar. Sipped the sizzling disappointment while snow cascaded from the second flooruntil our city grew unrecognizable. By April love was...

Stefanie Kirby

With Wind The curtain breathes when I give birth to death, its push from open windows: out. They mark my door with a leaf to say, There is no breath inside this...

Emily Patterson

After Two Years, the Midwife Explains pre{eclampsia—a condition comparable to milk fever in cows and dogs} which explains how my blood soared in the days after as drops of milk rivered how...

Kuhu Joshi

Romanticism I pretend my mother is not sick but resting. If you guys are feeling anxious just pray, she texts on the family WhatsApp and sends us a...

Emily Brisse

Driving West Ten years ago, on each weekday morning in the months before my son was born, I drove west. I drove through countryside, past...

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