All the World's Oceans My mother lost her independence on Independence Day, the day she married my father and moved...

The Curls of Giaconda Belli I dream Giaconda Belli braids my mane; weaves in flowers from the Malinche tree. My hair a halo...

The Littlest Feminist My mother Mary turned five years old on April 5, 1919, one month before Congress passed the Ninete...

Nickole Brown This poem is a collage of answers I slowly pieced together to resolve the b...

Girlfriends  Gold Girlfriend is crust brushed with yolk.  Dough after baking.  Pliant in her muffin-muffled skin.  Yeasty and g...

  In the Canyon II (Fear/Breaking) [Abiquiu, NM; June 2, present day] Sun lavas over the cliff lip into my first full c...

Patrick:   A Portrait He said he knew women, understood what they wanted. He was quiet, an arti...