Browsing: Marjorie Maddox

Book Reviews

Inside Out: Poems on Writing And Reading Poems by Marjorie Maddox Review by Tasslyn Magnusson How’s your COVID-19 writing going? Mine has been less than productive. Between Zoom meetings, elections, navigating online therapy and kid stuff, my mind feels as if…

Isolation

Marjorie Maddox Inside One house and this rhythm of ritual: 6:00 am, 8:00 am, 4:00 pm—our laptops open in the kitchen, the living room, a bedroom, Hellos at the refrigerator, while ascending/ descending the stairs, the constant tap of…

Isolation

Curated by Jennifer Martelli and Cindy Veach Isolation Welcome to the Mom Egg Review June VOX “Isolation” folio. It doesn’t take a pandemic to create isolation. Grief and depression can cause it, as can bullying and separation. Motherhood…

Authors' Notes

Marjorie Maddox On Writing Inside Out: Poems on Writing and Reading Poems with Insider Exercises   I didn’t plan on publishing a book during a pandemic. You may not have planned on reading it then, either. But, since most of…

Motherhood and Guilt

Motherhood and Guilt A MER VOX Folio Curated by Jennifer Martelli and Cindy Veach Is guilt inevitable when a mother spends time focusing on something other than her child/children? Is feeling guilty just part of the deal – one of…

Motherhood and Guilt

Marjorie Maddox Regret I was so tired of stepping in it until it rose to my ankles, my calves, clinging to my shins like tar as I tugged my unshaven limbs this way and that, so, so tired of…

It's Complicated

Daughter by Marjorie Maddox Always, I have grieved this day. Gone and not-gone. Your silence, thick, betrays. Always I have grieved this day. Ghost that turns your face. Promise a song forgone. Always I have grieved this day. Gone…

Book Reviews

Reviewed by Marcela Fuentes What She Was Saying, a finalist for the Katherine Anne Porter Award, delves into memory and desire, loss and longing, and the unexpected pathos of the commonplace. In these finely-wrought stories, Marjorie Maddox reveals the complex…

Poetry

Second-one, smaller than the pea beneath the princess, you toss-and-turn me, my sleep lost in the branches of your mustard-seed-tree just sprouting around the trunks of my aorta. There are so many places to spread your leafy-you inside this insomnious…