Year: 2023
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Origin Stories – Martha Bordwell
Our Path by Martha Bordwell Let’s uncoil our summer of love, when you taught me to detassle corn. I followed behind, distracted by your shoulders and swagger. When you turned around, your voice rumbled, your eyes were an invitation. Remember the raspberries you tended in that garden as big as our house? Each bush fat…
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Origin Stories – Anita Pulier
Only Dinner by Anita S. Pulier Grandma Rose’s cooking pot is too large to have been carried in steerage from Minsk and a few years after she arrived it was dented when it fell off a fire escape on the Lower East Side, still I have kept it for years as the only heirloom from…
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Origin Stories – Kim Malinowski
Archeological Love Song by Kim Malinowski 1. Let my hands stumble into channers laugh sienna pebbles fingers rough scraped across mesh history sacred on palms. 2. Let my feet always press deep loved soil trowel whispered prayer. Sink into sediment love, stratigraphy tongued blessing. 3. Let me calculate our radials distance between my shovel your…
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Origin Stories – Lakshman Bulusu
The Best Memorial by Lakshman Bulusu (On Robert Frost farm in Derry, NH) Derry farm bears a boy’s will, as he poetized his experiences on this farm. It retains its originality along with the verses. The kitchen with old cups and plates, The dining table with forks and spoons, the bedrooms, and more– each sight…
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Origin Stories – Jessica Purdy
Ouroboros by Jessica Purdy Beginnings are snowscapes. Or skin never touched by the sun until birth. The end of a year is just as cheek-slapped as its opposite. In spring we wait. Like ice grits its teeth and succumbs to melting. New England summers that used to feel yearslong only relax the shoulders. Fleeting as…
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Origin Stories – Ann Wallace
Spring Song by Ann Wallace The sirens wail the soundtrack of this silent spring a keening intertwined with birdsong by day, with my daughter’s dry, dry cough through the night, life and death bound together contrapuntal on and on so that I no longer hear the sirens, until I do. “Spring Song,” originally published in…
