It’s in the Blood by Elizabeth de la Portilla

Content warning: death I rest on the plastic cushion. To my right stands the blood bank director, explaining alleles and radiation to me. My husband, Johnny, is at the end of the cot. I can see him just over the tips of my tennis shoes. The second tube of blood is...

A Mother’s Love in the Time of Coronavirus by Kelly Liszt

Content warning: mental illness (depression, postpartum depression) Early in the pandemic, I woke my daughter for school, and the way she stirred reminded me of when she was a baby. Back then, I’d nudge Jessica gently and watch her hands shoot up to stretch her fists...

The Other Night, on a Run, I Saw a Dying by Natalie Beisner

– raccoon and thought of you, how you lay in the hospital bed, breathing so heavy, hooked up to that machine, and the raccoon breathed the same way, so if I closed my eyes I would’ve thought it was human, I would’ve thought it was you, and I didn’t know what to do...

Circling Forwards, Somehow by Sara Collie

It used to be that the land was enough for me. I liked the solidity of the ground beneath my feet. I could walk for hours, run as far as my feet would carry me. It is not enough for me anymore. I would like to take off into the air as I do in dreams, but since I don’t...

The Coronial Rocking Chair by Denise Castro

I am one. I am one of millions of mothers out there trying to understand this COVID-19 pandemic. I want to cry, scream, throw my fists in the air and punch this invisible enemy. I am scared, panicked, even paralyzed by fear. Hearing the news just turns my stomach into...

For Our Love of Memory by Zebib K. A.

Remembering gets easier with practice. Practice by pulling out the yolk of nostalgia, feeling for the overdue residues. The cardboard cut-out birthday cake from kindergarten class, with paper candles, icing, and painted flames. It was a consolation prize for parents...

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