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First published in Pithead Chapel Content Warning: Miscarriage The cost of miscarriage was two thousand four hundred sixty-eight dollars and seventy-six cents. It was outlined on the Explanation of Benefits Annie received in the mail…
First published by She is Kindred She’s the one you don’t hesitate to text or call or just show up on her doorstep, suitcase in the trunk, packed with bras that have been outgrown, the…
First published in Ayaskala Magazine’s “Life in Adornment” issue. When I birth our child, my husband gifts me a pair of small crystalline studs set in a subtle 14-karat gold backing, which I love because…
First published by Anti-Heroin Chic The forest was planted, not wild, perfectly seeded rows upon rows of pines that grew to thirty foot beanstalks disappearing into clouds, evenly lined aisles of sap-covered bark coats. You…
First published by Cauldron Anthology in the Mother issue, Winter 2021 (not accessible via mobile devices) My daughter is two, and I think she needs a break from me, that she’s had too much of…
Published by Sledgehammer Lit He said he fell in love with her breasts, in high school, that every boy in his class sought her/them, the first to ripen, and he had won the prize, like…
Published by the South Florida Poetry Journal (SoFloPoJo) The first birthday after you died we partied as we thought you would have wanted us to, silly paper hats and Mardi gras beads and shots of…
Published by the South Florida Poetry Journal (SoFloPoJo) My father says that grief, for him, is the riptide current of the prickly ocean, the not knowing when it will lurch at ankles, its swirling funnel…
First published by Remington Review, Winter 2021 Issue The first time I went to a therapist, she asked me to write and send her a journal entry about my earliest childhood memory. After agonizing over…
First published by Versification. My father still keeps up the garden surrounding the weathered planks of the front porch, his tomato plants towering six feet tall, feathery leaves weeping over the tops of mother’s old…