Territories A poem by Jennifer Mills Kerr Territories –after Natalie DiazNo rain for months, sun crashes through my windows. Her poems, desert-songs of fury, rage born at daybreak, rubies alight. Voices, tinged by smoke, warn of wild fire, forced evacuation. Outside, a slanted field of dust and weeds... Continue Reading →
Daughter’s Housekeeping A poem by Jennifer Mills Kerr Daughter’s Housekeeping To polish my family tree and scrub sorrow from sunrise, I vacuum the depths of winter, a damp grief that somehow smells sweet. My mother’s life, a cross-stitched handkerchief, whisky-soaked and... Continue Reading →
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