Poetry
Winter 1994
My Mother in Her Garden Turning a Kaleidoscope
This stupid lawn chair’s hell, a prison cell; noon-hot plastic crosshatch stripes my butt as if I’ve sinned, as if the stroke’s my fault. I’d rather die than linger as […]
Read the winning piece of our 2025 Nonfiction Contest “Through the Mirror” by Jessie Cato selected by Lucy Ives.
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Winter 1994
This stupid lawn chair’s hell, a prison cell; noon-hot plastic crosshatch stripes my butt as if I’ve sinned, as if the stroke’s my fault. I’d rather die than linger as […]