This Boy

Amanda Goodwin Poetry

Real is that this story starts and ends with a boy.
Real is still about love and the idea of being in love.
Real is this love, this life, this boy. Forever.

Tiny Feet

Amy Turn Sharp Poetry

you are tiptoeing
across the threshold of babyhood
your tiny feet
make noises
like a creaky staircase
that lives in my heart
I am the old lady at the top
peering down
and I sing Tom Petty to you

What Are Weekends For?

Lilly Bright Poetry

Once upon a time, the weekends were for catch-up. Now, “catch-up” is the red sauce splattering on white jeans as my son sails a french-fried potato into my lap.