Notes On Motherhood

I am from a place that I do not like to name because it feels so strange to say out loud. I am both proud and self conscious of where…

Sit on the sofa with your daughter, Stella, watching videos of Tavi Gevinson, the girl who started fashion blogging as a preteen then parlayed that success into an online magazine…

My mother read Dune to me when I was very young. At the time, I imagined the beginning of that book so vividly that it became a memory. It is…

MOTHER’S DAY   In her backyard my mother is hurling rocks at other people’s houses, surrounded by shovels and flowers, flinging dirt, screaming and searching for her husband. Everyone is…

In her dark waters, the glowing moon hangs like a ripe pomegranate. I milk her body from within. I milk her body from without. Her pooling liquid: living, rushing. The…

Twenty-one years old, already divorced with two children, I am of age but I don’t know how to be a mom and bread winner both. This particular morning, I am…

My mother said she loved me whenever she and my sister and I sat down on the tattered couch in our three room furnished apartment in the Blackstone Mansions on…

This is an excerpt from a longer essay. It has been edited down slightly for publication in Entropy.  “For me, poetry was where I lived as no-one’s mother, where I existed…

Detta climbed the stairs for the fifth time. She moved slowly, partly because she did not want to spill the bowl of soup she was trying to balance on a…

  Hey, what’s up? Well, I’ve been stung by a bee. Oh! Are you okay? Is it swelling? I think I should come home. You’re coming home? Yeah I think…

MOTHER’S BUSINESS inside busan’s black market she runs cigarette cartons & spam pushes rice out to carts, carriages out to parking lots checking out openings       closings       & sale…

some of the pictures are landscapes some of the pictures contain houses the houses in some of the pictures contain families but some of the pictures show only single figures…

The following is a conversation between writers Desiree Cooper and Crystal Wilkinson regarding Cooper’s new novel Know Thy Mother.  Desiree: I’m interested in why such a lyrical writer chose a novel in…

For my 11th birthday my dad bought me a hockey stick and puck and all the requisite pads and guards. I spent my afternoons after school playing roller hockey on…