Poems & Essays

15 Jun

Motherhood

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open beak begging
skyward gulp-
ing
all she can give
and still more
a mother’s life never
her own
until it flies
heart breaking into
a thousand
twinkling stars
on distant
black shores

 

Steve Lavigne runs a local poetry group cupoetry.com in East Central Illinois. The group meets weekly to discuss, write and help make poetry a part of the community experience. He’s been published by the New Verse News and the Riversedge Journal. Steve self-published his older poetry in easily downloadable formats at smash words ebooks.  And yes, he put it there for all posterity to annoy and embarrass his daughter.

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15 Jun

Supermom

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Some deranged
Supermom
has invaded my body,
baked cupcakes,
watched a whole
little league game
without once looking
at her phone,
wrote two hundred
Thank you notes and
inflated
a bouncy castle
with a single breath,

all while I was
lying on the couch,
cigarette in hand,
waiting for my pink toenails
to dry.

 

Natasha Garrett is a higher education professional and a mother of one boy, among other things. Originally from Macedonia, she lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where she writes personal essays and poetry on the topics of bilingualism and living across cultures.

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15 Jun

Ode to a Breast Pump

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Dear little box of noisy meter,
dear tiny drum of daily duty,
dear small black lunch box for a leprechaun,
how much time we spend together,
you and I.

How many early mornings at the dining table,
sunlight streaming, baby dreaming,
house still, asleep and quiet
beside your rhythmic thump a-thumping?

How many midday tête-à-tête’s spent
reading novels together
in the office kitchenette?

How many miles to and fro
we travel in our daily mission
sisters in arms, or chests, rather,
to sustain a tiny blinking being
with what I plant and you harvest.

You, my daily work mate;
you, my ever reliable help meet,
how I have grown to love your company
during this fleeting time of life you represent.
Our sole purpose served together-
so treasured, exists for such
a gorgeous fraction of time.

Thank you for being my faithful servant
during these motherhood meditations.
Thank you for bearing witness
to the beating of my heart.

 

Shannon J. Curtin is a 2014 Pushcart Prize nominee and the author of two collections of poetry, Motherland (forthcoming from Anchor and Plume Press), and File Cabinet Heart (ELJ Publications), Her poetry has been featured in a variety of literary magazines including Short, Fast, and Deadly, The Muddy River Review, The Mom Egg Review, and The Elephant Journal. She holds an MBA, competitive shooting records, and her liquor. She’s the mother of Quinn, a real boy, and Bruno a dog that wishes he was a real boy. She would probably like you. You can find her at www.shannomazur.com and @Shannon_Mazur.

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15 Jun

Why I Love Your Father Despite His Every Infuriating Flaw

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One evening, the winter after you were born,
your father looks at me and tells me I am beautiful.

I am pretzeled on the couch, all unbaked arms and legs,
doughy middle. You are attached to my breast, pulling again
at my glasses, my unwashed hair.
Given all this, I ask him, am I doing something beautiful?

Yes, he says, that too.

 

Shannon J. Curtin is a 2014 Pushcart Prize nominee and the author of two collections of poetry, Motherland (forthcoming from Anchor and Plume Press), and File Cabinet Heart (ELJ Publications), Her poetry has been featured in a variety of literary magazines including Short, Fast, and Deadly, The Muddy River Review, The Mom Egg Review, and The Elephant Journal. She holds an MBA, competitive shooting records, and her liquor. She’s the mother of Quinn, a real boy, and Bruno a dog that wishes he was a real boy. She would probably like you. You can find her at www.shannomazur.com and @Shannon_Mazur.

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