Vasco
6 am or thereabouts and blue dislodges itself
from black
6 am or thereabouts and blue dislodges itself
from black
dear dairy cow
A commotion at the lake
in the center of our cul-de-sac
In the house no one dreams of contradicting the father
“I’m suspicious of borders even on the page. I’m wary of the limits of tradition, expectation and genre. Who sets and maintains them? Who benefits from their enforcement?” –Susan Briante
“I began to enter a new way of inhabiting language, one that felt as fragmentary and elliptical as my experience of mothering did.”—Mia Malhotra
“Naming grief might risk forsaking it, but naming can also be an invocation. I write about my mother and so here she is, brightening the pain I thought I put to bed.”—Kelly Rose Hoffer
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