Poetry Zoë Fay-Stindt Poetry Zoë Fay-Stindt

Praise Song for My Mother’s Lungs

Don’t we all have places to go like these? Wet
and stuffed with life, warm, not yet growing spots,

these great and hollowed grenades. I let myself coil in.
Like any good blanket that’s ever swaddled me safe,

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Poetry Jerrice J. Baptiste Poetry Jerrice J. Baptiste

Two Poems

We say, ”I will light a candle,”
as if the light will dissipate
the virus. We wear masks
to hike by
our beloved river.

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Poetry Kelly Lenox Poetry Kelly Lenox

Grieving Year

I will speak the anguish of my spirit; I will complain
in the bitterness of my soul. —Job 7:11, NRSV


Even the lamentations are different now
multiplied
polyphonic

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