“Glass Cabin” by Hannah Bagley
We rise at dawn,
Your nose still scrunched from slumber.
I meditate to the sound of the sparrows,
My prayer to . . . Continue Reading
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We rise at dawn,
Your nose still scrunched from slumber.
I meditate to the sound of the sparrows,
My prayer to . . . Continue Reading
Stood amongst the echoes of the Cherokee’s despair,
where sorrow’s soil has sprouted hope, the Rose does declare.
Its roots entwined with . . . Continue Reading
Strip mining decapitates the mountains
Their remains are dumped into rivers
Many tears have been shed by the sky . . . Continue Reading
I gazed up at the old building
as it seemed to swallow me whole
Many walked through its halls
as expectations screamed its call
Years of deadlines and late nights
had lead me to . . . Continue Reading
Anymore, the bearded faces that smothered my cheeks with burns and kisses have been shaved. Some buried. The dresses now are too small, the laced edges ripped . . . Continue Reading
Albritton’s poems take no prisoners. They’re raw, sensate, fierce—unapologetically so. She ferrets out the shadowy interstices lurking in . . . Continue Reading
Most of all, I watch her
Wander about her garden,
Near-waltzing through rows of
Tomatoes and lilies,
Through okra, peppers, and fig trees,
And I see . . . Continue Reading
When you’re on the edge,
you’d expect a century to look
a little less like itself.
Full of newness and breath,
but maybe it’s . . . Continue Reading
Love that churned butter
stirred soup beans,
fried fruit pies,
Love that could read your fortune
in . . . Continue Reading
Make me the promise
that you’ll never leave
this coal slurry town.
Sing . . . Continue Reading
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