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Not Entirely Becoming Grandma

11.01.12 Posted in words to linger on by

KJ Hannah Greenberg’s most recent poem to appear here was Fifty Is Years Old Enough (September 2012).Not Entirely Becoming GrandmaBy KJ Hannah GreenbergPurple and white cardboard frames the face, grown on a matron,Escaped from Europe’s World War II ravages, while prepubescent.Seasons spent sewing coat buttons, in Garment District circumstances,Wrought changes in eyesight, compromised dexterity; her swollenHands hold […]


Say Something Beautiful

10.29.12 Posted in words to linger on by

Boo Boo Cousins is a singer, poet, songwriter, musician, and producer. He has been making waves in New York and throughout the Northeast, layering a unique blend of live instruments and cutting edge music technology, pioneering a sound all his own. He has performed at various venues throughout the New York City area and his […]


Walking on Eggshells

10.25.12 Posted in words to linger on by

Audra Ralls was born and raised in Oklahoma. Beyond writing, her passions include teaching at Jones Middle School and spending quality time with her son Reese. Poetry and short stories are her creative outlet. Visit her blog.Walking on EggshellsBy Audra Ralls“Mama, let’s play!” tiny voice shouts, door slamming.Tired smile replies, “Shhh baby. We must walk on […]


I Took to Howling With You

10.22.12 Posted in words to linger on by

Rhiannon Thorne’s poem Poem for a Mother appeared here in September 2012. I Took to Howling With YouBy Rhiannon ThorneI was shy at first, timid in my dealings,I laced the trap against my throat,sang sparing, tip-toedaround your poems. The tone, the slow vibratingfrom the shoots of my shouldersto the gleam of polished talons,it purred around inside me. […]


Carnival

10.18.12 Posted in words to linger on by

Claire Zhang is a sophomore at Yale University majoring in English. She enjoys reading and writing, and, like any standard young person of her age, social media usage. Visit her blog. CarnivalBy Claire ZhangThe night was cold; it bound our hands,left them for dead, and I had left my coatat home and reckless feet in flip-flops, […]


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