by BlogEditor | Dec 14, 2021 | Creative Nonfiction
On those sooty, gray train rides into the city to take Dad to the VA, I found myself rehearsing the questions that were most on my mind, that I longed to ask but was too afraid to ask. Questions like: Are you afraid of dying? Do you ever regret having kids? Did you...
by BlogEditor | Dec 8, 2021 | Poetry
Emily Patterson is a curriculum designer, poet, and mother. She holds a B.A. in English from Ohio...
by BlogEditor | Dec 2, 2021 | Poetry
Luciana Francis is a Brazilian-born, UK-based writer of poetry and fiction. She holds a BA (Hons) degree in Anthropology and Media from Goldsmiths, University of...
by BlogEditor | Nov 30, 2021 | Featured Post, Poetry
Emily Patterson is a curriculum designer, poet, and mother. She holds a B.A. in English from Ohio...
by BlogEditor | Nov 23, 2021 | Poetry
Dead twelve years, dusty in a drawer of my heart, like the leaf insects and giant earwigs in the basement of a natural history museum. A tiny figurine, still wearing a tattered terrycloth robe, still holding a glass, although the ice melted long ago. My...
by BlogEditor | Nov 19, 2021 | Poetry
The first time, you didn’t know what to wear, and were broke anyway. What you had was a short, satiny dress, fishnet stockings stolen from CVS on 10th. Shoes didn’t matter, obviously. The other girls had on corsets and bustiers, thongs, naked legs and feet. The venue...
by BlogEditor | Nov 16, 2021 | Poetry
That was a good launching pad, the sandstone circle at the cemetery where we hung off the marble hands of Jesus, his blank eyes aflame with fire. The sun set, washing that northeast Montana sky with vermillion then orange until we were sated and the grumbling in our...
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...
