by BlogEditor | Nov 12, 2021 | Poetry
There is comfort in the crumpling. That slow surrender syncing low, where body takes the lead—like a knowing before its known, guttural and raw, a maternal embrace with the deep and wide. It’s where intimacy is created, down here on the cold floor, cheek pressed...
by BlogEditor | Nov 10, 2021 | Creative Nonfiction, The Keeping Room
A 1975 ad for Buxton women’s wallets asked, “What better way is there to organize all those things you have to carry?” Buxton’s offerings included the Victorian Super Clutch in “ostrich grain split buffalo calf” with “elegant...
by BlogEditor | Oct 12, 2021 | Creative Nonfiction, The Keeping Room
Ever since Sarah was born blue and floppy and her cardiologist father resuscitated her, I have imagined a disaster. After Ben appeared, five years later, limp from my labor pain meds and large from my ice cream intake, a steady humming tension surfaced. I was never...
by BlogEditor | Oct 8, 2021 | Creative Nonfiction, The Keeping Room
When my Aunt Ada sits down to write to me, she’ll start with the weather: “Greetings on this cold and rainy Tuesday morning at 10:30 . . .” She might finally conclude the letter with a Friday afternoon postscript. As she nears the end of the fourth or sixth or eighth...
by BlogEditor | Oct 4, 2021 | Creative Nonfiction, The Keeping Room
A girl between eleven and fourteen (a gauzy and vibrant age) will enter menses. She will have been (awkwardly) informed by teachers conscripted by the state. The girl will inscribe (in carefully rounded letters) her question about tampon strings that snap. She will...
