“It’s Time”… Perhaps the phrase You whispered in my Father’s ear When you were Ready to conceive me. “It’s Time”…
Month: November 2015
You sat on the table at Sears, your dress of baby pink frilling around your feet; your hair with ribbons…
To Mom She slouches in the chair whose alarm will screech when she gets up. “What is this?” she shouts…
No matter when you’re born you will be whipped in the sand storm of seismic colonies colliding by their dividing…
Poems Curated by J.P. Howard We are women writers, many of us are members of Women Writers in…