Welcome to the March 2022 MER Online Folio: Release In her poem, “Summer Arthritis Lessons,” Chrissy Martin writes, “We speak in this language of trinkets and remedies / that say I know what causes you pain.” The poems in the…
Browsing: Release
Marie-Célie Agnant from Balafres translated from the French by Danielle Legros Georges EUMÉNIDES My body holds the habits of delirious torrents of rumblings of earth in rebellious jolts Revolt in the body fastened since the first dawn humanity’s tongues…
Jessica Cuello These epistolary poems are written in the voice of Mary Shelley as she addresses her dead mother, the writer Mary Wollstonecraft. Wollstonecraft died 10 days after giving birth. Mary Shelley’s father, William Godwin, raised Mary with unusual strictness…
N.F. Kimball “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” THE BURIAL I had a dream once, of my life standing still. I saw behind closed eyes the Earth forgiving me, the parts of my being…
Chrissy Martin SUMMER ARTHRITIS LESSONS My mother slips a careful sock onto my feet, and even though I am 27 and perfectly capable of dressing myself, I let her. They are excessively thick and knit for July heat,…
Chloe Martinez SEASCAPE “Juego de manos (Hand Play), Juchitán, Oaxaca” [Graciela Iturbide, photograph, 1988; Philadelphia Museum of Art] …
Tzynya Pinchback A SONG FOR DESIRE Before the knowledge of pain, man heard the call of sugar. Skin of innocence shed, Eve built an altar to sugar. I plant one thing of beauty in my garden, no nightshades, a…
Heidi Seaborn SEARCHING FOR SIGNS OF LIFE, A ZUIHITSU ~for Audrey Rían Even in the sluggish hours, I listen for signs of life. And when the moon clicks into the night sky, I hear it calling. According to NASA,…
Sheila L. Carter-Jones HOW A BODY Get your wife a little something the rich lady said at a rest-stop along the turnpike, when my father chauffeured her all the way to the nation’s capital. He picked out a porcelain boxer…