Letter to a Boy, poetry by Isabel Mader
The Healing, poetry by Isabel Mader
What tides surge in your chest, moving you?
You who try to hold all of me in your arms
when I contain the entire moon. Continue reading
I used to believe there was bad in my groin.
It was proof of a boy’s black hand,
forcing my untouched open.
I used stiff stitches, canvas thread,
salve for my fire’s fits. Continue reading
Did you miss this little rat? I know I did. After a few short months of summer hiatus, our beloved teal website will be revving its engines again to bring this month’s favorite pieces into the spotlight. In the coming issue you’ll see the work of one particular poet whose poems often impress us. Future issues might also feature just one or two pieces, or we may publish work from several different authors. As a wise woman once said on this very website, we’re not big fans of limits, and we hope you’re not either. Meet you back here at noon tomorrow.