Welcome to the March 2021 VOX Folio: Healing and Recovery In her poem, “I Ask a Pearl Diver to Bring You Back From the Dead,” Joan Kwon Glass writes, Ribbons of seaweed blossom at our feet and nearby mollusks…
Tina Cane Come Correct Continue to verb Orlando urges me via early morning text I’m trying I write back Continue to create he says as I get out of bed raise the window shade distance means the end…
Erica Charis-Molling Elegy for 12 weeks No lines or smiles on a stick. No calls down the hall to my wife, no calling my mom “Mimi” or to make an appointment. No morning nausea, at least not that…
Alexa Doran “I don’t want you to says he’s a killer” Oh honey I am angry too. Hansel and Gretel felt this same gravity when they finally saw through the heady scent of too much peppermint to the…
Sherine Gilmour Good Days Is this a good day? What is a good day? I think this is a good day. I do not know, and I am sad that my son has a mother who can look…
Joan Kwon Glass I Ask the Pearl Diver to Bring You Back From the Dead Joan Kwon Glass is author of How to…
Dara-Lyn Shrager Twenty-One My child no longer calls this place home but my name is mother. I drive toward his apartment in the metal north, into the clang of a city with its trapdoors and sooted drifts. A…
Sarah Dickenson Snyder What is Unseeable and Real That vibration in the space between me and someone I love or maybe not love or maybe not even know, like a stranger sitting next to me on a plane and…
Rebecca Brock Chocolate Heart, Valentine’s Day 2018 Unfurling small fingers, loosened with sleep, I find a fistful of melted chocolate—a heart: heated, sweet. I am careful. I warm the water, fold the cloth, and try to clean the cup…
Wendy Brown-Báez Weathering The Storm In the 1980s, I was part of a group that lived off-grid in the countryside of eastern Oregon. We shared a dilapidated barn, a cabin and a main building on five acres at…