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Minds: A Literary Implosion – Poetry

Vol 5 Num4 poem...

For Rachel

by Deb Lemire

She came to me
Her greatness, her power
So much, too much
Overwhelming me with love
Frightening me with
Her beauty, her strength
Her smell, surrounding me, holding me
Loving me, being me, knowing me, choosing me
I belong to her
I am forever changed
How magnificent, how powerful
How fragile
My newborn daughter

Inspired by the birth of her daughter and all that it meant, Deb Lemire founded Queen Bee Productions, producing events advocating for women on important issues. Deb works with epitome and is responsible for bringing UTVS: NEO to Ohio. She can be reached through epitome or at queenb@queenbeeprod.com.

Vol 5 Num3 poem...


your way

by Erika F. Feigenbaum


I figured it, finally
the damp air of the basement, my slippered feet
I know the truth about love
The instant widens, encircling me in its simplicity

folding the towels all wrong,
bright colors flapping open corners,
not the tri-fold method I learned at ten

Now too old for change, I set out
unguided, an ill-prepared hiker in the Himalaya,
unmapped terrain I set out late in the day
Heart brimming with fine intent,
Corner to corner, I try this new thing
meeting at the half mark,
frayed edges match, uneven but together


Erika writes, works, and lives in Cleveland, and her creative work has appeared in Off Our Backs, Sinister Wisdom, The Hiram Poetry Review, The Creative Woman, and other publications. An avid organic gardener and community activist, Erika is also an adjunct faculty member in Women's Studies at Cleveland State Universtiy.



Vol 5 Num2 poem...

Crowning

by Kelly D. Morris

You crowned like the sunrise,

red and warm between my thighs,

shell shattering and yolk

pouring out and puddling at my feet.

Your hair was slick silk beneath my fingers,

your face was wet and raw,

mouth open like a hungry bird.

With one more gush of sea,

your body flowed into my hands,

climbed onto my breast,

settled there like a stone.

Kelly D. Morris is a former social worker and now makes a living as a freelance writer.

She lives in North Central Ohio with her partner and five cats.



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