Poetry, Winter 2009

Sudden Passing

by Judith Curtis

Your spirit escaped in two deep sighs like air hissed from a balloon; and, no longer confined, it filters through the house dusting everything with your stilled presence. Voices compel me beyond our converged time, past the lingering smell of your cologne, past your words, ah, dearest, your tender words as they turn to whispers. [...]

Poetry, Spring 2008

Holding My Grandson, Come to Land This Morning

by Judith Curtis

I swaddle you tight to mimic the watery womb of your metamorphosis, where you emerged, tugged by froggy legs from your mother’s belly not two hours ago. The doctor cut you free from the enchanted pond of your gestation and laid you on her chest, a lump of jelled flesh held together by waxed skin, [...]

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