Review by Mary Ellen Talley Susan Rich demonstrates her command of poetic imagery and manuscript crafting in her sixth collection, Blue Atlas. The title refers to the resilient blue-green tipped cedar tree that is native to North Africa. “Hourglass,” the first of seven sections, sets the scene for poems about a resilient young woman. The poem, “This Could Happen,” (15) reimagines with the conditional, “If you kept walking out of the self // you could begin again as sea water, as spindrift.” In the first of seven sections, the poem, “Post-Abortion Questionnaire Powered by Survey Monkey,” (18) demonstrates Rich’s…
Author: Mom Egg Review
Jennifer Barber Writing Too Fast, I Write “Thew” for “The” As if you and I commingled +++++++++in the dark and later the same day I give birth to little baby Thew, +++++++++born in winter under a mauve sky. By early spring he cuts a tooth. +++++++++He sprouts a curl. The yard’s fescue and crabgrass thicken, lapping up the sun. +++++++++Warm in my arms, little baby Thew babbles his lips, laughing as he sees +++++++++a plane overhead, a dove on the roof calling another on a branch. +++++++++He and I flow into you like waves that slide across the sand…
Review by Sharon Tracey I Say the Sky, the second poetry collection by Nadia Colburn—poet, teacher, literary critic, and writing coach—is an immersive and moving read—infused with earth, the body, family, memory, love and anxiety, environmental devastation and beauty, trauma and community. Poems often startle and ring, and there’s the sensation of being inside the inner life of the poet. Colburn’s style is direct and conversational, and she has a deft way of transforming elemental objects and rituals of daily life into something larger. Stones are not just stones but a young girl, a door. And however deeply Colburn…
Review by Katie Kalisz In Emily Tuszynska’s debut poetry collection Surfacing, winner of the 2023 Grayson Books Poetry Contest, the speaker traces how a mother constantly self-divides and reemerges, “full of tenderness and dread” (19). The poems move between wonder at the world made new with an infant’s arrival, admiration for ordinary domestic routines, and persistent questions about being whole and living fully despite the way motherhood fragments the self. Dedicated to her three children, “who grew along with this book” and to her parents, Surfacing highlights the compelling beauty in motherhood’s paradoxes. Each child’s birth is a new…
Review by Rachel Howe Lisa Grunberger is a real working writer whose work spans genres from poetry [I am dirty (Moonstone Publishing, 2019), Born Knowing (Finishing Line Press, 2012)] to fiction [Yiddish Yoga (Harper Collins, 2009)] to playwriting (Almost Pregnant, Yiddish Yoga: The Musical, Evidence). Her poetry has won several awards, including the Moonstone Arts Center International Poetry Contest and the Brittany Stoakes Poetry Prize. That workaday style comes across in her latest collection of largely autobiographical poetry, For the Future of Girls, which was nominated for the Eric Hoffer Book Award and which focuses on the generational trauma…
Review by Emily Webber If you’ve ever seen shed snakeskin, you’ll know it has intricate texture and patterns, the way the light catches it can make it seem otherworldly. Some see snakes as a bad omen, but the snake shedding its skin indicates transformation and rebirth. Kristine Langley Mahler’s memoir, A Calendar is a Snakeskin, documents the year she turns thirty-eight, during the lockdown of the pandemic, a time of significant global upheaval. She examines how her world is shifting—the demands of being a mother, what home means, her relationship with her siblings and her work, and old…
Ages/Stages: MER Online Folio of Poetry, Creative Prose, and Visual Art In this themed folio, “Ages/Stages,” we took a well-used trope of child development and broadened the category to include the ages and stages of the mother as well as the child. Can one assume generalities for developmental milestones, or is each an individual? How do you deal with expectations of other individuals and institutions? How do cultural requirements influence ages and stages? What are the parents’ own feelings and experiences of aging, both in their bodies and in their roles? Even the Earth has had “ages and stages,”…
Caroline Beasley-Baker dementia is a ruthless god. my mother says — i wuv you — but can she mean it? i’m uncertain the sentiment is meant for me. the infantilism of the ‘wuv’ a clue — a mis- direction — lacuna? so many painful questions in a foreign place. is the dementing a mechanical self-betrayal? and helpless — is the persona a witness to its own demise? and for me — do my questions elucidate or stand in-stead/in-the-way of empathy? of love? but then mother says: the sky is so blue — the most perfect small cloud rests on…
E.J. Antonio Geography of the changing body: File cabinets & mirrors 2016 1/ I’ve stopped looking for myself in the mirror. The face of the parent I’ve become to the parents I have startles. The child I was pushes inward becomes invisible. No! I’m still in here! They’re still there! 2/ I’ve cleared out years of hoard from the file cabinet & decades of keepsakes fell from between the papers: three funny office signs bought from Woolworth’s; Woolworth’s where anything of necessity & dreams could be found. The tag shows I paid $1.29 for each sign: the best man…
Ellen Devlin The Slowdown They watch my slow tucking of napkins under the left sides of plates. They reach around me to get the coffee canister, yank open and slam-close drawers looking for teaspoons, Splenda, the goddamn coffee filters. They don’t have all day! People hustle around me on busy sidewalks subway stairs. I take too long with the strawberries. Studied a spider this morning—only as big as four sesame seeds with legs like a baby’s eyelashes—slow-climbing up the steamy wall of a bathroom. Climb, slip, climb. After a while I stopped telling myself stories about her search…