Poetry
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The Endless Baptism
The Endless Baptism For Palestine For the last few months, I’ve been working on a series of essays on Palestine. I’ve now written and erased...
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Meteors
to sleep all day in loving arms or call my mother and hear her say Bushra? I was thinking of you right now to...
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ADOPTING DEPRESSION
By Jennifer Givhan I couldn’t have had post-partum depression. Yet I did. I, a depressed mother. Adoptive mother. Ashamed mother. Heavy with pressure; mercury in...
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"The Word" in Two Movements
I. hands journeyed fast in search of ground mines trying to explode desire. mind welcomed hands but they journeyed this landscape like a kleptomaniac’s in...
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Mother Roots
Mother. Womb of life. Nine months we devour your roots. Screaming we suck your trunk. Waking we demand your attention. Laughing we beg you to...
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Welcome to Motherhood
By Natashia Deón If at dawn, I walked out into a busy intersection and Was swept away by a glorious symphony— Tires screeching, Glass exploding,...