Yearly Archives: 2010

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  Nicelle Davis lives in Southern California with her son J.J. Her poems are forthcoming in Broadsided, Front Range, Mosaic, Moulin Review, The New York Quarterly, Offending Adam, Picture Postcard Press, SLAB…

Prose

When was your last colonoscopy? the tidy, compact gynecologist inquired, a man so devoid of sexual aura that he can stand fully clothed over your naked spread-eagled body without a hint of inappropriateness. Um, never, I answered as he fondled…

Poetry

     Hope springs eternal –Alexander Pope The question of hope. Who carries the hope in the family? My old friend Tal who lost her son in a botched surgery says, “If you don’t have hope, you have nothing.” Sophie broke…

Prose

It takes months for me to find a good therapist. When I finally do she tells me my family is too “enmeshed.” As if I didn’t know this already. Still, I try the label on for size. I use it…

Poetry

Because our son, Benjamin, is already four years old, because we’re not sure if there are going to be other babies, and because we don’t know just how to explain this to him, after midnight, we’re pulled to his bedroom,…

Craft

The hardest thing I’ve ever done is be a single mother. It saps almost everything and takes the rest—your energy, time, creativity, hope, and . . . did I say energy? Parenting is hard work. Single parenting is hard work…

Prose

“Where are we going?”  Her every morning question.     “Miss Patty’s house today.”     “But I don’t want to go there!  I want to stay home. Hmmp.”     “Put on your socks—please!”      “I can’t do it.  I’m little.”…

Prose

My mother had two sisters she never told me about. When she mentioned her large family, she told me she was one of ten children. I boasted to my friends—ten kids! That was bigger than any family I knew. My…