Writing In A Woman's Voice

Chain Link by Mara Buck     A child's voice echoes in my ears, in my bedroom, in the night, his faint cries weaving within my ...

The River by Deanne Napurano Knee to knee we weep, our backs arched like      slow willow pendulums. The river shines bene...

The Hunter by Deanne Napurano I tried to keep you from the window edge – You sliced the sky with old Orion’s belt. You dared...

Repurposed Life by deb y felio discarding old fashioned ideas  for contemporary identifications and ways of being this ...

H ospice   by Mary McCarthy     Your hands rest in  mine   Light and still warm   Though blue nails insist   We don’t have...

Telling   by Mary McCarthy     Anger wakes me   pushing me out into the air   to speak where you will never   be welcome  ...

My mother’s rings            by Nina Rubinstein Alonso Three rings on her hands one gold two silver maybe sleeping when some...